LINES WRITTEN IN DEJECTION

by: W. B. Yeats (1865-1939)

      HEN have I last looked on
      The round green eyes and the long wavering bodies
      Of the dark leopards of the moon?
      All the wild witches, those most notable ladies,
      For all their broom-sticks and their tears,
      Their angry tears, are gone.
      The holy centaurs of the hills are vanished;
      I have nothing but the embittered sun;
      Banished heroic mother moon and vanished,
      And now that I have come to fifty years
      I must endure the timid sun.

"Lines Written in Dejection" is reprinted from The Wild Swans at Coole. W.B. Yeats. New York: Macmillan, 1919.

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