William Butler Yeats (Уильям Батлер Йейтс)

The Pity of Love

  A pity beyond all telling
  Is hid in the heart of love:
  The folk who are buying and selling
  The clouds on their journey above
  The cold wet winds ever blowing
  And the shadowy hazel grove
  Where mouse-gray waters are flowing
  Threaten the head that I love.

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

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