<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=537184" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Black Tower</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">SAY that the men of the old black tower,<br>Though they but feed as the goatherd feeds,<br>Their money spent, their wine gone sour,<br>Lack nothing that a soldier needs,<br>That all are oath-bound men:<br>Those banners come not in.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There in the tomb stand the dead upright,<br>But winds come up from the shore:<br>They shake when the winds roar,<br>Old bones upon the mountain shake.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Those banners come to bribe or threaten,<br>Or whisper that a man's a fool<br>Who, when his own right king's forgotten,<br>Cares what king sets up his rule.<br>If he died long ago<br>Why do yopu dread us so?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There in the tomb drops the faint moonlight,<br>But wind comes up from the shore:<br>They shake when the winds roar,<br>Old bones upon the mountain shake.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The tower's old cook that must climb and clamber<br>Catching small birds in the dew of the morn<br>When we hale men lie stretched in slumber<br>Swears that he hears the king's great horn.<br>But he's a lying hound:<br>Stand we on guard oath-bound!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There in the tomb the dark grows blacker,<br>But wind comes up from the shore:<br>They shake when the winds roar,<br>Old bones upon the mountain shake.</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> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=537184" data-title="The Black Tower de William Butler Yeats" data-description="SAY that the men of the old black tower, Though they but feed as the goatherd feeds, Their money spent, their wine gone sour, Lack nothing that a soldier needs, That all are oath-bound men: Those banners come not in. There in the tomb stand the d..."></div> </div> </div>

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