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William Butler Yeats - A Man Young And Old: I. First LoveWilliam Butler Yeats - A Man Young And Old: I. First Love
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Though nurtured like the sailing moon In beauty`s murderous brood, She walked awhile and blushed awhile And on my pathway stood Until I thought her body bore A heart of flesh and blood. But since I laid a hand thereon And found a heart of stone I have attempted many things And not a thing is done, For every hand is lunatic That travels on the moon. She smiled and that transfigured me And left me but a lout, Maundering here, and maundering there, Emptier of thought Than the heavenly circuit of its stars When the moon sails out.
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