William Butler Yeats

(13 June 1865 – 28 January 1939 / County Dublin / Ireland)

What Was Lost - Poem by William Butler Yeats

I SING what was lost and dread what was won,
I walk in a battle fought over again,
My king a lost king, and lost soldiers my men;
Feet to the Rising and Setting may run,
They always beat on the same small stone.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 17, 2001

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