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William Butler Yeats (Уильям Батлер Йейтс)


Me Peacock


WHAT'S riches to him
That has made a great peacock
With the pride of his eye?
The wind-beaten, stone-grey,
And desolate Three Rock
Would nourish his whim.
Live he or die
Amid wet rocks and heather,
His ghost will be gay
Adding feather to feather
For the pride of his eye.
WHAT'S riches to him
That has made a great peacock
With the pride of his eye?
The wind-beaten, stone-grey,
And desolate Three Rock
Would nourish his whim.
Live he or die
Amid wet rocks and heather,
His ghost will be gay
Adding feather to feather
For the pride of his eye. 



William Butler Yeats's other poems:
  1. Beautiful Lofty Things
  2. Paudeen
  3. Love's Loneliness
  4. The Magi
  5. The Municipal Gallery Revisited


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