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W. B. Yeats

I heard the old, old men say,                     
‘Everything alters,                     
And one by one we drop away.’                     
They had hands like claws, and their knees                     
Were twisted like the old thorn-trees                     
By the waters.                     
‘All that’s beautiful drifts away                     
Like the waters.’                   

—W. B. Yeatss, “The Old Men Admiring Themselves in the Water,”  In the Seven Woods: Being Poems Chiefly of the Irish Heroic Age. (Dun Emer Press 1903)

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