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W. B. Yeats

W. B. Yeats

The Attack on The “Play Boy”

Once, when midnight smote the air,
Eunuchs ran through Hell and met
On every crowded street to stare
Upon great Juan riding by:
Even like these to rail and sweat
Staring upon his sinewy thigh.

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