Jane Dougherty’s A Month with Yeats: Day 11 offers the following:
Today’s quote is from ‘The Harp of Aengus’ by W.B. Yeats.
‘Where time is drowned in odour-laden winds
And Druid moons, and murmuring of boughs,’
She holds tight the thread of dreams
And so I respond:
burning leaves
firelight in the eyes
of a weird sister
her ethereal dream floats up
on a fresh spire of sparks
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