W. B. Yeats (b. 13 June 1865), from “At Galway Races,” in A terrible beauty is born (Penguin Little Black Classic no. 98).
Sing on: somewhere at some new moon,
We’ll learn that sleeping is not death,
We’ll learn that sleeping is not death,
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