William Butler Yeats

County Dublin / Ireland
William Butler Yeats
County Dublin / Ireland
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The Indian Upon God

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I PASSED along the water's edge below the humid trees,
My spirit rocked in evening light, the rushes round my knees,
My spirit rocked in sleep and sighs; and saw the moorfowl pace
All dripping on a grassy slope, and saw them cease to chase
Each other round in circles, and heard the eldest speak:
Who holds the world between His bill and made us strong or weak
Is an undying moorfowl, and He lives beyond the sky.
The rains are from His dripping wing, the moonbeams from His eye.
I passed a little further on and heard a lotus talk:
Who made the world and ruleth it, He hangeth on a stalk,
For I am in His image made, and all this tinkling tide
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Tharun 06 August 2019
I want to listen
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Bhagabat Prasad Hotta 06 November 2018
So great poem sir.....I like this poem.........
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