sure.

Yeats' "Song of the Wandering Aengus" has been getting quite a workout over on "Storytell." All y'all are probably sick of hearing gush over how George Armstrong used to recite it on his WFMT show, "The Wandering Folksong."

and from "Seeing things at Night:"

... but when I go to bed at night,
A-way upstairs,
Mother tells me "Happy Dreams!"
And takes away the light
And leaves me lyin' all alone
And seein' things at night.

Sometimes they're in the corner,
sometimes they're by the door
Sometimes they're all a-standin
In the middle of the floor
and sometimes they're as black as ink,
and sometimes ghostly white -
But color makes no difference when
You're seein' things at night.

... And before night fall a corpse was all
That was left of Sam McGee.

There wasn't a breath in that land of death
as I hurried, horror-driven,
With a corpse half hid that I couldn't get red,
Because of a promise given;
It was lashed to the sleigh, and it seemed to say:
"You may tax your brawn and brains,
But you promised, true, now it's up to you to
Creamate those last remains.

It gets better, as you know.

Sleep Well!