The Seeker

W. B. Yeatsfrom Early and uncollected poems98 lines

A Dramatic Poem in Two Scenes

Scene I

A woodland valley at evening. Around a wood-fire sit three shepherds; without a curve rises the smoke.

First Shepherd

Heavy with wool the sheep are gathered in,And through the mansion of the spirit roveMy dreams o’er thoughts of plenty as the red-Eyed panthers in their desert caverns roveAnd rove unceasing round their dreadful brood.

Second Shepherd

O brother, lay thy flute upon thy lips,It is the voice of all our hearts that laugh.

The first Shepherd puts the flute to his lips; there comes from it a piercing cry. He drops it.

First Shepherd

It is possessed.

Third Shepherd

Nay, give it me, and I will sound a measure;And unto it we’ll dance upon the sward.

Puts it to his lips. A voice out of the flute still more mournful.

First Shepherd

An omen!

Second Shepherd

An omen!

Third Shepherd

A creeping horror is all over me.

Enter an Old Knight. They cast themselves down before him.

Knight

Are all things well with you and with your sheep?

Second Shepherd

Yes, all is very well.

First Shepherd

Whence comest thou?

Knight

Shepherds, I came this morning to your landFrom threescore years of dream-led wanderingWhere spice isles nestle on the star-trod seas,And where the polar winds and waters wrestleIn endless dark, and by the weedy margeOf India’s rivers, rolling on in light.But soon my wandering shall be done I know.A voice has told me how within this landThere lies the long-lost forest of the sprite,The sullen wood. But many woods I seeWhere to themselves innumerable birdsMake moan and cry.

First Shepherd

Within yon sunless valleyBetween the horned hills⁠—

Knight

Shepherds, farewell!And peace be with you, peace and wealth of days.

Second Shepherd

Seek not that wood, for there the goblin snakesGo up and down, and raise their heads and singWith little voices songs of fearful things.

Third Shepherd

No shepherd foot has ever dared its depths.

First Shepherd

The very squirrel dies that enters it.

Knight

Shepherds, farewell!

Goes.

Second Shepherd

He soon will be

First Shepherd

AshesBefore the wind.

Third Shepherd

Saw you his eyes a-glitter,His body shake?

Second Shepherd

Aye, quivering as yon smokeThat from the fire is ever pouring up,Within the woodways, blue as the halcyon’s wing,Star-envious.

Third Shepherd

He was a spirit, brother.

Second Shepherd

The blessed God was good to send us such,To make us glad with wonder as we satWeary of watching round the fire at night.

Scene II

A ruined palace in the forest. Away in the depth of the shadow of the pillars a motionless Figure.

Enter the Old Knight.

Knight

Behold I bend before thee to the groundUntil my beard is in the twisted leavesThat with their fiery ruin fill the hall,As words of thine through fourscore years have filledMy echoing heart. Now raise thy voice and speak!Even from boyhood, in my father’s house,That was beside the waterfall, thy wordsAbode as banded adders in my breast.Thou knowest this, and how from mid the danceThou called’st me forth,And how thou madest meA coward in the field; and all men cried:Behold the Knight of the Waterfall, whose heartThe spirits stole, and gave him in its steadA peering hare’s; and yet I murmured not,Knowing that thou hadst singled me with wordOf love from out a dreamless race for strife,Through miseries unhuman ever onTo joys unhuman, and to thee⁠—Speak! Speak

He draws nearer to the Figure. A pause.

Behold I bend before thee to the ground;Thou wilt not speak, and I with age am nearTo Death. His lips are glued, with quivering touch,To mine, and he is slowly sucking forthMy soul. His darkness and his chill I feel.Were all my wandering days of no availUntouched of human joy or human love?Then let me see thy face before I die.Behold I bow before thee to the ground!Behold I bow! Around my beard in driftsLie strewn the clotted leaves⁠—the dead old leaves.

He gathers up the leaves and presses them to his breast.

Thou wilt not speak, Oh cruel art thou yet!Mine heart-strings are all broken saving one,That trembles and resounds with hymns to thee,That fill the blazing hollows of my heart.I’m dying! Oh forgive me if I touchThy garment’s hem, thou visionary one!

He approaches close to the Figure. A sudden light bursts over it.

Knight

A bearded witch, her sluggish head low bentOn her broad breast! beneath her withered browsShine dull unmoving eyes. What thing art thou?I sought thee not.

Figure

Men call me Infamy.I know not what I am.

Knight

I sought thee not.

Figure

Lover, the voice that summoned thee was mine.

Knight

For all I gave the voice, for all my youth,For all my joy.⁠—Ah woe!

The Figure raises a mirror in which the face and the form of the Knight are shadowed. He falls forward.

The Figure

Bending over him and speaking in his ear.

What! Lover, die before our lips have met?

Knight

Again, the voice! the voice!

Dies.

Text: Poetry, by W. B. Yeats (Standard Ebooks, 2024), from the collected editions of 1908 to 1928. Public domain.

In brief

Summary

An old knight follows a lifelong call and finds only Infamy.

A short verse play in two scenes. Three shepherds sit by their fire at evening; the flute gives out a piercing, mournful cry, and they take it for an omen. An old knight arrives, worn by sixty years of "dream-led wandering", searching for the "sullen wood" where a voice has called him since boyhood. The shepherds warn him that nothing lives there, but he goes. In a ruined palace in the forest he bows before a silent figure, begging it to speak and show its face before he dies. When light falls on it, it is a bearded witch who says "Men call me Infamy". Her voice was the one that summoned him. She holds up a mirror to him, and he dies.

Lines to remember

Men call me Infamy.
What! Lover, die before our lips have met?
Again, the voice! the voice!

Line by line

  1. Lines 1 to 13An omen at the fire

    The sheep are in and the first shepherd's dreams rove like "red- / Eyed panthers" round their young. When he and the third shepherd try the flute, it gives a piercing cry instead of a dance tune. "An omen!" say two of them; the third feels "A creeping horror".

  2. Lines 14 to 28The knight arrives

    An old knight greets them. He has spent "threescore years of dream-led wandering" over spice islands, polar seas and Indian rivers, and now a voice has told him that the "long-lost forest of the sprite, / The sullen wood" lies in this land.

  3. Lines 29 to 38The shepherds warn him

    The shepherds point him to a sunless valley, then try to stop him: goblin snakes sing there "songs of fearful things", no shepherd has entered it, and "The very squirrel dies that enters it." He simply says farewell twice and goes.

  4. Lines 39 to 51He was a spirit

    Left alone, the shepherds expect him to be "Ashes / Before the wind". They noticed his glittering eyes and trembling body, like smoke rising "blue as the halcyon's wing". They decide he was a spirit, sent by God to make them "glad with wonder".

  5. Lines 52 to 69Before the figure

    In a ruined palace strewn with fallen leaves, the knight bows before a motionless figure. Its words have lived in him since boyhood "as banded adders in my breast". The call made him a coward in battle, mocked as the "Knight of the Waterfall", yet he never complained, trusting it led to "joys unhuman".

  6. Lines 70 to 86Begging for a face

    The figure will not speak, and he feels death sucking out his soul. He asks whether his wandering, "Untouched of human joy or human love", was all for nothing, gathers the dead leaves to his breast, and begs at least to touch "Thy garment's hem".

  7. Lines 87 to 98The face of Infamy

    Light reveals "A bearded witch" with dull, unmoving eyes. "Men call me Infamy," she says, and she does not know what she is. The voice that called him was hers. She shows him his face in a mirror and he falls; as she mocks, "Lover, die before our lips have met?", he dies crying "Again, the voice! the voice!"

Themes

The quest

The knight gives his whole life to a voice he has never seen, crossing the world and giving up "human joy or human love". Everything is staked on the promise of "joys unhuman". The shepherds, content with their sheep and fire, frame him: to them he is a wonder, perhaps a spirit, but they would never follow.

Disillusion

The end is a cruel reversal. The longed-for beloved is "A bearded witch" called "Infamy", who does not even know what she is. The mirror she raises suggests that what he chased was partly himself. Even so, his last words are for "the voice", as if the call still holds him at the moment he learns its source.

Dream and action

The call makes him "A coward in the field" and the laughing-stock of other men, who say the spirits stole his heart. The poem sets the life of dream against the life of deeds and counts the cost of the first: a lost reputation, a lonely old age, and death in a ruin.

Context

The Seeker is one of Yeats's earliest works: a short verse drama printed in the Dublin University Review in 1885 and included in his first book, The Wanderings of Oisin and Other Poems (1889). He left it out of his later collections. Its dreamy knight, called away from ordinary life by a voice, anticipates the conflict between a life of dream and a life of action that runs through the title poem of that first book.

Form

A dramatic poem in two scenes, with named speakers and stage directions, written in unrhymed blank verse. Many lines are shared between speakers, so a single five-beat line may be split between two or three voices. That quick exchange among the shepherds contrasts with the knight's long, lonely speeches in the second scene.