William Butler Yeats - His Dream lyrics

I swayed upon the gaudy stern The bu*t end of a steering oar, And everywhere that I could turn Men ran upon the shore. And though I would have hushed the crowd There was no mother's son but said, 'What is the figure in a shroud Upon a gaudy bed?' And fishes bubbling to the brim Cried out upon that thing beneath, —It had such dignity of limb— By the sweet name of d**h. Though I'd my finger on my lip, What could I but take up the song? And fish and crowd and gaudy ship Cried out the whole night long, Crying amid the glittering sea, Naming it with ecstatic breath, Because it had such dignity By the sweet name of d**h.