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The Celtic Twilight by W. B. (William Butler) Yeats
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THE CELTIC TWILIGHT

by

W. B. YEATS





Time drops in decay
Like a candle burnt out.
And the mountains and woods
Have their day, have their day;
But, kindly old rout
Of the fire-born moods,
You pass not away.




THE HOSTING OF THE SIDHE


The host is riding from Knocknarea,
And over the grave of Clooth-na-bare;
Caolte tossing his burning hair,
And Niamh calling, "Away, come away;
Empty your heart of its mortal dream.
The winds awaken, the leaves whirl round,
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