from Dream Song # 308 (An Instruction to Critics):

My baby chatters.  I feel the end is near
& strong of my large work, which will appear,
and baffle everybody.
They'll seek the strange soul, in rain & mist,
whereas they should recall the pretty cousins they kissed,
and stick with the sweet switch of the body.

Do you hear Yeats there? Here's cousin Julie & Henry.