Bird sighs for the air,Thought for I know not where,
For the womb the seed sighs.
Now sinks the same rest
On mind, on nest,
On straining thighs.
William Butler Yeats
(Irland 1865-1939)
29 de janeiro de 2012
The Lover's Song by William Butler Yeats
Bird sighs for the air,Thought for I know not where,
For the womb the seed sighs.
Now sinks the same rest
On mind, on nest,
On straining thighs.
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