Where My Books go
只在此山中
(2006-12-24 15:55:55)
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William Butler Yeats
ALL the words that I utter, | |
And all the words that I write, | |
Must spread out their wings untiring, | |
And never rest in their flight, | |
Till they come where your sad, sad heart is, | |
And sing to you in the night, | |
Beyond where the waters are moving, | |
Storm-darken'd or starry bright. |