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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=537116" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Long-Legged Fly</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">THAT civilisation may not sink,<br>Its great battle lost,<br>Quiet the dog, tether the pony<br>To a distant post;<br>Our master Caesar is in the tent<br>Where the maps ate spread,<br>His eyes fixed upon nothing,<br>A hand under his head.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Like a long-legged fly upon the stream<br>His mind moves upon silence.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That the topless towers be burnt<br>And men recall that face,<br>Move most gently if move you must<br>In this lonely place.<br>She thinks, part woman, three parts a child,<br>That nobody looks; her feet<br>Practise a tinker shuffle<br>Picked up on a street.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Like a long-legged fly upon the stream<br>Her mind moves upon silence.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That girls at puberty may find<br>The first Adam in their thought,<br>Shut the door of the Pope's chapel,<br>Keep those children out.<br>There on that scaffolding reclines<br>Michael Angelo.<br>With no more sound than the mice make<br>His hand moves to and fro.<br>Like a long-leggedfly upon the stream<br>His mind moves upon silence.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Butler+Yeats">William Butler Yeats</a><div class=q>
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Its great battle lost,
Quiet the dog, tether the pony
To a distant post;
Our master Caesar is in the tent
Where the maps ate spread,
His eyes fixed upon nothing,
A hand under his head.

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