“The Song Of The Happy Shepherd The woods of Arcady are dead, And over is their antique joy; Of old the world… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
“Who Goes With Fergus? Who will go drive with Fergus now, And pierce the deep wood's woven shade, And dance upon the level shore? Young man, lift up your russet brow, And lift your tender eyelids, maid, And brood on hopes and fear no more. And no more turn aside and brood Upon love's bitter mystery; For Fergus rules the… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share
“Edain came out of Midhir's hill, and lay Beside young Aengus in his tower of glass, Where time is drowned in odour-laden… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
