William Butler Yeats (Уильям Батлер Йейтс)

The Peacock

What's riches to him
That has made a great peacock
With the pride of his eye?
The wind-beaten, stone-grey,
And desolate Three-rock
Would nourish his whim.
Live he or die
Amid wet rocks and heather,
His ghost will be gay
Adding feather to feather
For the pride of his eye.

1. The Three Hermits
2. The Well and the Tree
3. The Realists
4. Fallen Majesty
5. The Mask

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