William Butler Yeats (Уильям Батлер Йейтс)

A Deep-Sworn Vow

OTHERS because you did not keep
That deep-sworn vow have been friends of mine;
Yet always when I look death in the face,
When I clamber to the heights of sleep,
Or when I grow excited with wine,
Suddenly I meet your face. 

1. The Dedication to a Book of Stories Selected from the Irish Novelists
2. The Pity of Love
3. The Lamentation of the Old Pensioner
4. To Ireland in the Coming Times
5. The Old Men Admiring Themselves in the Water

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Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1969

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