Per Amica Silentia Lunae
My Dear "Maurice"-You will remember that afternoon in Calvados last summer when your black Persian "Minoulooshe," who had walked behind us for a good mile, heard a wing flutter in a bramble-bush? For a long time we called her endearing names in vain. She seemed resolute to spend...
My Dear "Maurice"-You will remember that afternoon in Calvados last summer when your black Persian "Minoulooshe," who had walked behind us for a good mile, heard a wing flutter in a bramble-bush? For a long time we called her endearing names in vain. She seemed resolute to spend...
"Per Amica Silentia Lunae", by William Butler Yeats. William Butler Yeats, irish poet (1865-1939).
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My Dear "Maurice"-I was often in France before you were born or when you were but a little child. When I went for the first or second time Mallarme had just written: "All our age is full of the trembling of the veil of the temple." One met everywhere young men of letters who...
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On the grey sand beside the shallow stream, Under your old wind-beaten tower, where still A lamp burns on above the open book That Michael Robartes left, you walk in the moon, And, though you have passed the best of life, still trace, Enthralled by the unconquerable delusion,...