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W. B. Yeats

W. B. Yeats

Maid Quiet

Where has Maid Quiet gone to,
Nodding her russet hood?
The winds that awakened the stars
Are blowing through my blood.
O how could I be so calm
When she rose up to depart?
Now words that called up the lightning
Are hurtling through my heart.

#1899 #IrishWriters #TheWindAmongTheReeds

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Preferido o celebrado por...
Grace C Chacón León Bruno G.
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