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Sailing to Byzantium / Wlliam Butler Yeats

עודכן: 27 באוג׳ 2021

Sailing to Byzantium

Wlliam Butler Yeats


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That is no country for old men. The young

In one another's arms, birds in the trees,

—Those dying generations—at their song,

The salmon-falls, the mackerel-crowded seas,

Fish, flesh, or fowl, commend all summer long

Whatever is begotten, born, and dies.

Caught in that sensual music all neglect

Monuments of unagein