Author William Butler Yeats Once when midnight smote the air,Eunuchs ran through Hell and metOn every crowded street to stareUpon great Juan riding by:Even like these to rail and sweatStaring upon his sinewy thigh. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments