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William Butler Yeats - A Man Young And Old: II. Human Dignity
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Like the moon her kindness is,
If kindness I may call
What has no comprehension in`t,
But is the same for all
As though my sorrow were a scene
Upon a painted wall.

So like a bit of stone I lie
Under a broken tree.
I could recover if I shrieked
My heart`s agony
To passing bird, but I am dumb
From human dignity.
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