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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=537332" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To Ireland In The Coming Times</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Know, that I would accounted be<br>True brother of a company<br>That sang, to sweeten Ireland's wrong,<br>Ballad and story, rann and song;<br>Nor be I any less of them,<br>Because the red-rose-bordered hem<br>Of her, whose history began<br>Before God made the angelic clan,<br>Trails all about the written page.<br>When Time began to rant and rage<br>The measure of her flying feet<br>Made Ireland's heart hegin to beat;<br>And Time bade all his candles flare<br>To light a measure here and there;<br>And may the thoughts of Ireland brood<br>Upon a measured guietude.<br>Nor may I less be counted one<br>With Davis, Mangan, Ferguson,<br>Because, to him who ponders well,<br>My rhymes more than their rhyming tell<br>Of things discovered in the deep,<br>Where only body's laid asleep.<br>For the elemental creatures go<br>About my table to and fro,<br>That hurry from unmeasured mind<br>To rant and rage in flood and wind,<br>Yet he who treads in measured ways<br>May surely barter gaze for gaze.<br>Man ever journeys on with them<br>After the red-rose-bordered hem.<br>Ah, faerics, dancing under the moon,<br>A Druid land, a Druid tune.!<br>While stiIl I may, I write for you<br>The love I lived, the dream I knew.<br>From our birthday, until we die,<br>Is but the winking of an eye;<br>And we, our singing and our love,<br>What measurer Time has lit above,<br>And all benighted things that go<br>About my table to and fro,<br>Are passing on to where may be,<br>In truth's consuming ecstasy,<br>No place for love and dream at all;<br>For God goes by with white footfall.<br>I cast my heart into my rhymes,<br>That you, in the dim coming times,<br>May know how my heart went with them<br>After the red-rose-bordered hem.</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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True brother of a company
That sang, to sweeten Ireland's wrong,
Ballad and story, rann and song;
Nor be I any less of them,
Because the red-rose-bordered hem
Of her, whose history began
Before God made the angelic ..."></div>
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