The Everlasting Voices
O SWEET everlasting Voices, be still; / Go to the guards of the heavenly fold
The Moods
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TIME drops in decay,
Like a candle burnt out,
And the mountains and woods
Have their day, have their day;
What one in the rout
Of the fire-born moods
Has fallen away?
More poems by William Butler Yeats
A Memory Of Youth
THE moments passed as at a play; / I had the wisdom love brings forth;
The Lover Tells Of The Rose In His Heart
ALL things uncomely and broken, all things worn out and old, / The cry of a child by the roadway, the creak of a lumbering cart,
He Tells Of A Valley Full Of Lovers
I DREAMED that I stood in a valley, and amid sighs, / For happy lovers passed two by two where I stood;