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William Butler Yeats (Уильям Батлер Йейтс)


To Some I Have Talked With by the Fire


WHILE I wrought out these fitful Danaan rhymes,
My heart would brim with dreams about the times
When we bent down above the fading coals
And talked of the dark folk who live in souls
Of passionate men, like bats in the dead trees;
And of the wayward twilight companies
Who sigh with mingled sorrow and content,
Because their blossoming dreams have never bent
Under the fruit of evil and of good:
And of the embattled flaming multitude
Who rise, wing above wing, flame above flame,
And, like a storm, cry the Ineffable Name,
And with the clashing of their sword-blades make
A rapturous music, till the morning break
And the white hush end all but the loud beat
Of their long wings, the flash of their white feet. 



William Butler Yeats's other poems:
  1. At Galway Races
  2. Men Improve with the Years
  3. A Song From 'The Player Queen'
  4. Under Ben Bulben
  5. Who Goes With Fergus?


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