I sat, a solitary man, In a crowded London shop, An open book and empty cup. On the marble table-top. While on the shop and street I gazed. My body of a sudden blazed; And twenty minutes more or less. It seemed, so great my happiness, That I was blessed and could bless.
William Butler YeatsAbout author
- Author's profession: Poet
- Nationality: irish
- Born: June 13, 1865
- Died: January 28, 1939
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