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William Butler Yeats - The Spirit Medium
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	POETRY, music, I have loved, and yet
	Because of those new dead
	That come into my soul and escape
	Confusion of the bed,
	Or those begotten or unbegotten
	Perning in a band,
I bend my body to the spade
	Or grope with a dirty hand.

	Or those begotten or unbegotten,
	For I would not recall
	Some that being unbegotten
	Are not individual,
	But copy some one action,
	Moulding it of dust or sand,
	I bend my body to the spade
	Or grope with a dirty hand.


	An old ghost`s thoughts are lightning,
	To follow is to die;
	Poetry and music I have banished,
	But the stupidity
	Of root, shoot, blossom or clay
	Makes no demand.
	I bend my body to the spade
	Or grope with a dirty hand.
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