Thursday, May 17, 2001

The Indian Upon God Comments

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I PASSED along the water's edge below the humid trees,
My spirit rocked in evening light, the rushes round my knees,
My spirit rocked in sleep and sighs; and saw the moorfowl pace
All dripping on a grassy slope, and saw them cease to chase
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William Butler Yeats
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Tharun 06 August 2019

I want to listen

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Bhagabat Prasad Hotta 06 November 2018

So great poem sir.....I like this poem.........

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William Butler Yeats

William Butler Yeats

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