Sailing To Byzantium - W.B Yeats
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‘Under bare Ben Bulben’s headIn Drumcliff churchyard Yeats is laid. An ancestor was rector thereLong years ago, a church stands near,By the road an ancient cross. No marble, no conventional phrase;On limestone quarried near the spotBy his command these words are cut:Cast a cold eyeOn life, on death.
Horseman, pass by!’
Part of the 90th anniversary Penguin Archive collection.
