William Butler Yeats – Sailing to Byzantium


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An evening pause: Read by Bosco Hogan, as Yeats.

An aged man is but a paltry thing,
A tattered coat upon a stick, unless
Soul clap its hands and sing, and louder sing
For every tatter in its mortal dress,
Nor is there singing school but studying
Monuments of its own magnificence.

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