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The Old Men Admiring Themselves in the Water

I HEARD the old, old men say,
‘Everything alters,
And one by one we drop away.’
They had hands like claws, and their knees
Were twisted like the old thorn-trees
By the waters.
'All that’s beautiful drifts away
Like the waters.'
Altre opere di W. B. Yeats ...