Speech after long silence; it is right,
All other lovers being estranged or dead,
Unfriendly lamplight hid under its shade,
The curtains drawn upon unfriendly night,
That we descant and yet again descant
Upon the supreme theme of Art and Song:
Bodily decrepitude is wisdom; young
We loved each other and were ignorant.
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This is beautiful! I really enjoy your poetry, Mr. Yeats! This is so spectacular! I know you aren't alive but I am sure you would love praise on your work! Isle of Innisfree is one of my favorites of yours, but I really enjoy this one too! Thanks for sharing Mr. Yeats, it means a lot to listen to elder words!
Purplerose
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