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Yeats, W B - Collected poems - Their faces are all worn, and in their eyes
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W B Yeats – Collected Poems
Vijaya: Their faces are all worn, and in their eyes
Flashes the fire of sadness, for they see
The icicles that famish all the North,
Where men lie frozen in the glimmering snow
And in the flaming forests cower the lion
And lioness, with all their whimpering cubs
And ever pacing on the verge of things
The phantom, Beauty, in a mist of tears
While we alone have round us woven woods
And feel the softness of each other’s hand