Yeats died Saturday in France. Freedom from his animal Has come at last in alien Nice, His heart beat separate from his will: He knows at last the old abyss Which always faced his staring face. No ability, no dignity Can fail him now who trained so long For the outrage of eternity, Teaching his heart to beat a song In which man`s strict humanity, Erect as a soldier, became a tongue.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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