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`Lonely the seabird lies at her rest'

Lonely the seabird lies at her rest,
Blown like a down-blenched parcel of spray
Upon the wind, or follows her prey
Under a great wave's hollowing crest.

God has not appeared to the birds.

The ger-eagle has chosen his part
In blue-deep of the upper air
Where one-eyed day can meet his stare;
He is content with his savage heart.

God has not appeared to the birds.

But where have last year's cygnets gone?
The lake is empty: why do they fling
White wing out beside white wing?
What can a swan need but a swan?

God has not appeared to the birds.

- WB Yeats

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I adore Yeats

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he is one of those poets who never gets old...usually I'm more into modern poets, but work such as this, is timeless...Thanks for sharing it.
Always,
Amberlee

Re: I adore Yeats

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Glad you enjoyed :)