The White Birds (William Butler Yeats Poems)
I would that we were, my beloved, white birds on the foam of the sea! We tire of the flame ...
I would that we were, my beloved, white birds on the foam of the sea! We tire of the flame ...
The island dreams under the dawn And great boughs drop tranquillity; The peahens dance on a smooth lawn, A parrot ...
I. Ribh at the Tomb of Baile and Aillinn Because you have found me in the pitch-dark night With open ...
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