Monday, June 04, 2012
The Mystical Brotherhood
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Into the Twilight, lines 9-16:
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Come, heart, where hill is heaped upon hill:Hat tip: Mrs. Laudator, who recited these lines to me yesterday from memory.
For there the mystical brotherhood
Of sun and moon and hollow and wood
And river and stream work out their will;
And God stands winding His lonely horn,
And time and the world are ever in flight;
And love is less kind than the gray twilight,
And hope is less dear than the dew of the morn.
