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W. B. Yeats

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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