Closing Rhymes
While I, from that reed-throated whisperer Who comes at need, although not now as once A clear articulation in the air But inwardly, surmise companions Beyond the fling of the dull asss hoof, Ben Jonsons phrase, and find when June is come At Kyle-na-no under that ancient roof A sterner conscience and a friendlier home, I can forgive even that wrong of wrongs, Those undreamt accidents that have made me Seeing that Fame has perished this long while Being but a part of ancient ceremony, Notorious, till all my priceless things Are but a post the passing dogs defile.
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"While I, from that reed-throated whisperer..."
This evocative piece by William Butler Yeats, titled "Closing Rhymes", represents a masterful exploration of classic. The lines capture a profound emotional resonance... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...