“Though I am old with wanderingThrough hollow lands and hilly lands,I will find out where she has gone, And kiss her lips and take her hands; And walk among long dappled grass, And pluck till time and times are doneThe silver apples of the moon, The golden apples of the sun.”
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939)
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“Though I am old with wanderingThrough hollow lands and hilly lands,I will find out where she has gone, And kiss her lips and take her hands; And walk among long dappled grass, And pluck till time and times are doneThe silver apples of the moon, The golden apples of the sun.”
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939)