Letting it All Go

The quarrels of the mynahs in the yard
The full moon, the stars a-glitter
And the loud singing of the Mistress
had subdued the fears of a rainy day

And then you came with those excuses
And with you came all men's failures
And all the sorrows of the Mistress’ hardships
And all the burdens she had shared
You use as a map to cut her deep
Blaming her, as you your adulterous path keep.

And now the mynahs are warring in the yard
The ugly grey moon, flickers of dead stars
And the loud nagging of a Mistress wronged
Are shaken with no prospects of a sun-shiny day.

Yeats, ‘The Sorrows of Love’ written exactly so
Cannot compete with the Mistress’ unjustly woes
And she knows by letting it all go
Her defeat she will overcome ‘morrow.