The Moods, by W. B. Yeats

The Moods

Time drops in decay,

Like a candle burnt out,

And the mountains and the woods

Have their day, have their day;

What one in the rout

Of the fire-born moods

Has fallen away?

#Irish #NobelPrize #XIXCentury #XXCentury #1899 #TheWindAmongTheReeds

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The Moods

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