William Butler Yeats

Ireland
13 Jun 1865 // 28 Jan 1939
Poet

But is there any comfort to be found?
Man is in love and loves what vanishes,
What more is there to say?

The Tower, 1928. Nineteen Hundred and Nineteen


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