William Butler Yeats (Уильям Батлер Йейтс)

Peace

AH, that Time could touch a form
That could show what Homer's age
Bred to be a hero's wage.
'Were not all her life but storm
Would not painters paint a form
Of such noble lines,' I said,
'Such a delicate high head,
All that sternness amid charm,
All that sweetness amid strength?'
Ah, but peace that comes at length,
Came when Time had touched her form. 

1. In Memory of Major Robert Gregory
2. An Appointment
3. To a Poet, Who Would Have Me Praise Certain Bad Poets, Imitators of His and Mine
4. Nineteen Hundred and Nineteen
5. The Attack on 'The Playboy of the Western World', 1907

Bessie Parkes (Бесси Паркс) Peace ("THE steadfast coursing of the stars")

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