Memory, par 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.

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