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William Butler Yeats (Уильям Батлер Йейтс)


The Mountain Tomb


POUR wine and dance if manhood still have pride,
Bring roses if the rose be yet in bloom;
The cataract smokes upon the mountain side,
Our Father Rosicross is in his tomb.
Pull down the blinds, bring fiddle and clarionet
That there be no foot silent in the room
Nor mouth from kissing, nor from wine unwet;
Our Father Rosicross is in his tomb.
In vain, in pain; the cataract still cries;
The everlasting taper lights the gloom;
All wisdom shut into his onyx eyes,
Our Father Rosicross sleeps in his tomb. 



William Butler Yeats's other poems:
  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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