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W. B. Yeats

But I can see where the wind goes                      
And follow the way of the wind;                                            

‘And blessedness goes where the wind goes,                      
And when it is gone we are dead;                      
I see the blessedest soul in the world                      
And he nods a drunken head.’                                            

— W. B. Yeats, from “The Blessed,” The Wind Among the Reeds (Woodstock Books, 1993) Originally published: 1899.


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