Sunday, February 17, 2013

THE MOODS




The Moods
W.B. Yeats

Time drops in decay,
Like a candle burnt out,

And the mountains and the woods
Have their day, have their day;
What one in the rout
Of the fire-born moods
Has fallen away?




1 comment:

Minerva Black the shoppe keeping cat said...

Love the words ... and the illustration. Minerva ~