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W.B. Yeats

Consume my heart away; sick with desire
And fastened to a dying animal
It knows not what it is; and gather me
Into the artifice of eternity.

― W.B. Yeats, from “Sailing to Byzantium,” The Collected Poems of W.B. Yeats. (Scribner; 2nd Revised edition September 9, 1996) Originally published 1889.

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