VI
Under bare Ben Bulben's head
In Drumcliff churchyard Yeats is laid,

An ancestor was rector there
Long years ago; a church stands near,
By the road an ancient Cross.
No marble, no conventional phrase,

On limestone quarried near the spot

By his command these words are cut:

"Cast a cold eye

On life, on death.

Horseman, pass by!"

-- Under Ben Bulben, William B. Yeats