Lines Written In Dejection
by William Butler Yeats

When have I last looked on The round green eyes and the long wavering bodies Of the dark leopards of the moon? All the wild witches, those most noble ladies, For all their broom-sticks and their tears, Their angry tears, are gone. The holy centaurs of the hills are banished; I have nothing but the harsh sun; Heroic mother moon has vanished, And now that I have come to fifty years I must endure the timid sun.
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