O bid me mount and sail up there. Amid the cloudy wrack, For Peg and Meg and Paris' love. That had so straight a back, Are gone away, and some that stay. Have changed their silk for sack.
William Butler YeatsAbout author
- Author's profession: Poet
- Nationality: irish
- Born: June 13, 1865
- Died: January 28, 1939
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