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  • Where the wave of moonlight glosses The dim gray sands with light, Far off by furthest Rosses We foot it all the night, Weaving olden dances, Mingling hands and mingling glances Till the moon has taken flight; To and fro we leap And chase the frothy bubbles, While the world is full of troubles And is anxious in its sleep. . . .
  • 5 years ago



    Tags : William Butler Yeats Quotes , Taken Quotes , Sleep Quotes
  • Through winter-time we call on spring, And through the spring on summer call, And when the abounding hedges ring Declare that winter's best of all: And after that there's nothing good Because the spring time has not come- Not know that what disturbs our blood Is but its longing for the tomb.
  • 5 years ago



    Tags : William Butler Yeats Quotes , Death Quotes , Summer Quotes