William Butler Yeats
A Man Young And Old: V. The Empty Cup - Poem by William Butler Yeats
A crazy man that found a cup,
When all but dead of thirst,
Hardly dared to wet his mouth
That another mouthful
And his beating heart would burst.
October last I found it too
But found it dry as bone,
And for that reason am I crazed
And my sleep is gone.
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