The Nineteenth Century And After
William Butler Yeats
Though the great song return no more There’s keen delight in what we have: The rattle of pebbles on the shore Under the receding wave.
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Though the great song return no more There’s keen delight in what we have: The rattle of pebbles on the shore Under the receding wave.
