Yeats, W B - Selected poems - Coole Park and Ballylee
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W B Yeats – from Selected Poetry
from Coole Park and Ballylee
Under my window ledge the waters race
Otters below and moor-hens on the top,
Run for a mile undimmed in Heaven's face
Then darkening through dark Raferty's cellar drop,
Run underground, rise in a rocky place
In cool demesne, and there to finish up
Spread to a lake and drop into a hole.
What's water but the generated soul?