Wisdom
The true faith discovered was When painted panel, statuary. Glass-mosaic, window-glass, Amended what was told awry By some peasant gospeller; Swept the Sawdust from the floor Of that working-carpenter. Miracle had its playtime where In damask clothed and on a seat Chryselephantine, cedar-boarded, His majestic Mother sat Stitching at a purple hoarded That He might be nobly breeched In starry towers of Babylon Noah's freshet never reached. King Abundance got Him on Innocence; and Wisdom He. That cognomen sounded best Considering what wild infancy Drove horror from His Mother's breast.
Wisdom - meaning Summary
Faith Refined by Art
Yeats's poem argues that organized faith is shaped and softened by art, ritual, and class. Simple gospel accounts and a humble carpenter’s life are revised into ornate images—mosaics, statues, and regal domestic scenes—that shelter believers from harsher truths. The poem notes how this aesthetic and social framing transforms innocence into a respectable image called "Wisdom," suggesting that religious meaning is often the product of cultural embellishment rather than raw history.
But wisdom is talking in there somewhere like everything he wrote)