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?
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