William Butler Yeats
Where nobody gets old and godly and grave
Where nobody gets old and crafty and wise
Where nobody gets old and bitter of tongue
And she is still there, busied with dance
Deep in the dewy shadow of a wood
Or where stars walk upon a mountainside
From The Land of Heart's Desire
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Where nobody gets old and crafty and wise
Where nobody gets old and bitter of tongue
And she is still there, busied with dance
Deep in the dewy shadow of a wood
Or where stars walk upon a mountainside
From The Land of Heart's Desire
@SW-User
