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Goethe in the Roman Campagna, by Johann Heinrich Wilhelm Tischbein
W. B. Yeats

W. B. Yeats

The Wheel

Through winter-time we call on spring,
And through the spring on summer call,
And when abounding hedges ring
Declare that winter’s best of all;
And after that there’s nothing good
Because the spring-time has not come—
Nor know that what disturbs our blood
Is but its longing for the tomb.

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