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September 2011

The Everlasting Voices

O SWEET everlasting Voices be still; Go to the guards of the heavenly fold And bid them wander obeying your will Flame under flame, till Time be no more; Have you not heard that our hearts are old, That you call in birds, in wind on the hill, In shaken boughs, in tide on the shore? O sweet everlasting Voices be still. - W. B. Yeats (The Wind Among the Reeds, 1899)

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