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W. B. Yeats

W. B. Yeats

Memory

ONE had a lovely face,    
And two or three had charm,    
But charm and face were in vain    
Because the mountain grass    
Cannot but keep the form      
Where the mountain hare has lain.

The Wild Swans at Coole. 1919.

#Irish #NobelPrize #XIXCentury #XXCentury

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