The Valley Of The Black Pig
The dews drop slowly and dreams gather: unknown spears Suddenly hurtle before my dream-awakened eyes, And then the clash of fallen horsemen and the cries Of unknown perishing armies beat about my ears. We who still labour by the cromlec on the shore, The grey cairn on the hill, when day sinks drowned in dew, Being weary of the worlds empires, bow down to you Master of the still stars and of the flaming door.
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"The dews drop slowly and dreams gather: unknown spears..."
Exploring the themes of classic, William Butler Yeats delivers a powerful performance in "The Valley Of The Black Pig"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...