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W. B. Yeats

W. B. Yeats

Love’s Loneliness

Old fathers, great-grandfathers,
Rise as kindred should.
If ever lover’s loneliness
Came where you stood,
Pray that Heaven protect us
That protect your blood.
 
The mountain throws a shadow,
Thin is the moon’s horn;
What did we remember
Under the ragged thorn?
Dread has followed longing,
And our hearts are torn.

#Irish #NobelPrize #XIXCentury #XXCentury

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