And wondered what was left for massacre to save.

Or else I thought her supernatural;
As though a sterner eye looked through her eye
On this foul world in its decline and fall;
On gangling stocks grown great, great stocks run dry,
Ancestral pearls all pitched into a sty,
Heroic reverie mocked by clown and knave,
And wondered what was left for massacre to save. http://famouspoetsandpoems.com/poets/william_butler_yeats/poems/10548# http://famouspoetsandpoems.com/poets/william_butler_yeats/poems/10548# http://www.addthis.com/bookmark.php...ems.com/poets/william_butler_yeats/poems&tt=0 http://www.addthis.com/bookmark.php...ems.com/poets/william_butler_yeats/poems&tt=0 http://www.addthis.com/bookmark.php...ems.com/poets/william_butler_yeats/poems&tt=0 http://famouspoetsandpoems.com/poets/william_butler_yeats/poems/10548# http://www.addthis.com/bookmark.php...ems.com/poets/william_butler_yeats/poems&tt=0

William Butler Yeats

William Butler Yeats

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