WHAT'S riches to him
That has made a great peacock
With the pride of his eye?
The wind-beaten,stone -grey,
And desolate
Three RockWould nourish his whim.
Live he or die
Amid wet rocks and heather,
His ghost will be gay
Adding feather to feather
For the pride of his eye.
WHAT'S riches to him
That has made a great peacock
With the pride of his eye?
The wind-beaten, stone-grey,
And desolate
Three RockWould nourish his whim.
Live he or die
Amid wet rocks and heather,
His ghost will be gay
Adding feather to feather
For the pride of his eye.
William Butler Yeats
3 comments:
Hellos from Finland . - Beautiful picture .
Wow !!
I love this peacock
its so cute and sooooo colorful :)
You have written beautiful words
:))
So beautiful. I grew up in Africa and one of my fondest memories is of a peacock flying over the wall and fanning his tail out on the lawn while I was sick in bed. It definitely cheered me up!
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