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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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