W.B.Yeats Quotes
Consume my heart away; sick with desireAnd fastened to a dying animalIt knows not what it is; and gather meInto
Consume my heart away; sick with desire
And fastened to a dying animal
It knows not what it is; and gather me
Into the artifice of eternity. (W.B.Yeats)
And fastened to a dying animal
It knows not what it is; and gather me
Into the artifice of eternity. (W.B.Yeats)
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