William Butler Yeats. (№ 243971)
Heart, let's get to the wooded hills,
Where a secret brotherhood of the moon
The sun and the sky and the steepness
His will bequeaths to us.
And the Lord blows on a barren mountain,
And the eternal flight times and planets
And love sweeter - dusk light
And more hope - the dew at dawn.
№ 243971 Added
MegaMozg 17-01-2017 / 18:24
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