Wolves In The City
O my poor Kingdom, Sick with civil blows Peopled with WOLVES, Thy old inhabitants...
3/05/2016
W B Yeats From 'The Happy Shepherd'
The kings of the old time are dead;
The wandering earth herself may be
Only a sudden flaming word,
In clanging space a moment heard,
Troubling the endless reverie.
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