William Butler Yeats War Poems

SURELY among a rich man s flowering lawns,
Amid the rustle of his planted hills,
Life overflows without ambitious pains;
And rains down life until the basin spills,
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FOR one throb of the artery,
While on that old grey stone I Sat
Under the old wind-broken tree,
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I THINK it better that in times like these
A poet's mouth be silent, for in truth
We have no gift to set a statesman right;
He has had enough of medding who can please
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