WB Yeats: The Moods

From 2013, from a younger and fresher me.

TIME drops in decay,  

Like a candle burnt out,  

And the mountains and the woods  

Have their day, have their day;  

What one in the rout  

Of the fire-born moods  

Has fallen away?  

Inwisti 

Quelie lanta lúme, 

Ve licuma urina, 

Ta i tauri y’oronti 

Mápar túre, mápar túre; 

É inwistion mana, 

Mi norie, i urunosti, 

Atalantie?