Disjecta Membra
Wednesday, August 21, 2019
William Butler Yeats - The Moods
The Moods
Time drops in decay,
Like a candle burnt out,
And the mountains and woods
Have their day, have their day;
What one in the rout
Of the fire-born moods
Has fallen away?
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