Stay at Majorca with a Swami--Patriotic Ballads--Ox-
ford Anthology--London Broadcasts--Visits to Sussex--
A Gift from America--A Vision Reconsidered
Picture and book remain,
An acre of green grass
For air and exercise,
Now strength of body goes;
Midnight, an old house
Where nothing stirs but a mouse.
. . .
Grant me an old man's frenzy . . .
IN NOVEMBER 1935 Yeats published A Full Moon in March and with it an earlier version, The King of the Great Clock Tower, "Parnell's Funeral", "Supernatural Songs" and the "Prayer"--scarcely necessary, one would think--that he might be saved "From all that makes a wise old man That can be praised of all". The next his friends heard of him was that he was off for a winter in Majorca with Shri Purohit Swami, a serious and respectable companion, for a rest-cure and collaboration in a translation of the Upanishads. His mind was full of Asia, where Hegel says every civilisation begins, no matter what its geographical origin, and it was in vain that F. R. Higgins pointed out to him merits in the Church of Ireland. One could (said Higgins)