Tagore--Hugh Lane; Poems written in Discouragement
--Mabel Beardsley; Correspondence on Poetry with
J. B. Y.--With Ezra Pound in Sussex--War on George
Now all the truth is out,
Be secret and take defeat
From any brazen throat,
For how can you compete,
Being honour bred, with one
Who, were it proved he lies,
Were neither shamed in his own
Nor in his neighbours' eyes?
YEATS was now writing lyrics again at something like his old pace (never a very rapid one); the lovers' dialogue "The Mask," which was made for The Player Queen and took its place in his next volume Responsibilities, is a beautiful example of his work at this time, masculine and astringent, freed from nostalgic yearnings:
'Put off that mask of burning gold,
With emerald eyes.'
'0, no, my dear, you make so bold
To find if hearts be wild and wise,
And yet not cold. . . .'