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W.B.Yeats 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 wondermay betide,
Troy passed away in one high funeral gleam,
And Usna's children died.
Who dreamed that beauty passes like a dream ?
For these red lips , with all their mournful pride,
Mournful that no new wondermay betide,
Troy passed away in one high funeral gleam,
And Usna's children died.