By William Butler Yeats The trees are in their autumn beauty,The woodland paths are dry,Under the October twilight the waterMirrors […]
By William Butler Yeats I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,And a small cabin build there, of […]
By William Butler Yeats Turning and turning in the widening gyreThe falcon cannot hear the falconer;Things fall apart; the centre […]
By William Butler Yeats Once more the storm is howling, and half hidUnder this cradle-hood and coverlidMy child sleeps on. […]