Hanrahan Reproves the Curlew, por W. B. Yeats

W. B. Yeats

Hanrahan Reproves the Curlew

O, curlew, cry no more in the air,

Or only to the waters in the West;

Because your crying brings to my mind

Passion-dimmed eyes and long heavy hair

That was shaken out over my breast:

There is enough evil in the crying of wind.

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