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Friday, October 06, 2017

all complexities of mire or blood


The unpurged images of day recede; 
The Emperor's drunken soldiery are abed; 
Night resonance recedes, night-walkers' song 
After great cathedral gong; 
A starlit or a moonlit dome disdains 
All that man is, 
All mere complexities, 
The fury and the mire of human veins. 

William Butler Yeats.


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