William Butler Yeats Quotes

Rose of all Roses, Rose of all the World! You, too, have come where the dim tides are hurled. Upon the wharves of sorrow, and heard ring The bell that calls us on; the sweet far thing.
William Butler Yeats
William Butler Yeats

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