Coole Park, 1929-W.B.Yeats

Coole Park, 1929 I meditate upon a swallow’s flight, Upon an aged woman and her house, A sycamore and lime-tree lost in night Although that western cloud is luminous, Great works constructed there in nature’s spite For scholars and for poets after us, Thoughts long knitted into a single thought, A dance-like glory that those…

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