Thought from Propertius, par W. B. Yeats

W. B. Yeats

Thought from Propertius

SHE might, so noble from head

To great shapely knees,

The long flowing line,

Have walked to the altar

Through the holy images

At Pallas Athene’s side,

Or been fit spoil for a centaur

Drunk with the unmixed wine.

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