Poetry
by @verse-stage
Poetry W. B. Yeats Song of the Faeries A man has a hope for heaven, But soulless a faery dies, As a leaf that is old, and withered and cold When the wint’ry vapours rise. Soon shall our wings be stilled, And our laughter…
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