The Withering Of The Boughs
- Poetry
The Withering Of The Boughs by William Butler Yeats
I cried when the moon was murmuring to the birds:“Let peewit call and curlew cry where they will,I long for…
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I cried when the moon was murmuring to the birds:“Let peewit call and curlew cry where they will,I long for…
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