‘THE ROSE OF THE WORLD !’ -A POEM BY W.B.YEATS !

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“THE ROSE OF THE WORLD”

WHO dreamed that beauty
passes like a dream?
For these red lips, with all their
mournful pride,
Mournful that no new wonder
may betide,
Troy passed away in one high
funeral gleam,
And Usna’s children died.
We and the labouring world are
passing by:
Amid men’s souls, that waver
and give place
Like the pale waters in their
wintry race,
Under the passing stars, foam of
the sky,
Lives on this lonely face.
Bow down, archangels, in your
dim abode:
Before you were, or any hearts
to beat,
Weary and kind one lingered by
His seat;
He made the world to be a
grassy road
Before her wandering feet.

W.B.YEATS

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MRITYUNJAY JHA
4F,ADARSH NAGAR
SAMASTIPUR
BIHAR
INDIA.
Postal-Code : 848101
(+91) 9334411390.
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