Jane Doughertyโs A Month with Yeats: Day 11 offers the following:
Todayโs quote is from โThe Harp of Aengusโ by W.B. Yeats.
โWhere time is drowned in odour-laden winds
And Druid moons, and murmuring of boughs,โ
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
Frank J. Tassone 
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