William Butler Yeats
Ireland
13 Jun 1865 // 28 Jan 1939
Poet
13 Jun 1865 // 28 Jan 1939
Poet
All the wild witches, those most noble ladies,
For all their broomsticks and their tears,
Their angry tears, are gone.
For all their broomsticks and their tears,
Their angry tears, are gone.
The Wild Swans at Coole 1919. Lines Written in Dejection
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