Thursday, May 17, 2001

The White Birds Comments

Rating: 2.7

I WOULD that we were, my beloved, white birds on the foam of the sea!
We tire of the flame of the meteor, before it can fade and flee;
And the flame of the blue star of twilight, hung low on the rim of the sky,
Has awaked in our hearts, my beloved, a sadness that may not die.
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William Butler Yeats
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William Butler Yeats

William Butler Yeats

County Dublin / Ireland
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