William Butler Yeats (Уильям Батлер Йейтс)

A Coat

I MADE my song a coat
Covered with embroideries
Out of old mythologies
From heel to throat;
But the fools caught it,
Wore it in the world's eyes
As though they'd wrought it.
Song, let them take it,
For there's more enterprise
In walking naked. 

1. On a Political Prisoner
2. Me Peacock
3. The Municipal Gallery Revisited
4. At Galway Races
5. Dream of a Blessed Spirit

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