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W.B. Yeats (1865–1939).  The Wind Among the Reeds.  1899.

8. Into the Twilight

OUT-WORN heart, in a time out-worn, 
Come clear of the nets of wrong and right; 
Laugh heart again in the gray twilight, 
Sigh, heart, again in the dew of the morn. 
Your mother Eire is always young,         5
Dew ever shining and twilight gray; 
Though hope fall from you and love decay, 
Burning in fires of a slanderous tongue. 
Come, heart, where hill is heaped upon hill: 
For there the mystical brotherhood  10
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,  15
And hope is less dear than the dew of the morn. 



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