by William Butler Yeats (1865 - 1939)
All the words that I gather
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Language: English
All the words that I gather And all the words that I write Must spread out their wings untiring And never rest in their flight, Till they come where your sad, sad heart is, And sing to you in the night, Beyond where the waters are moving, Storm-darkened or starry bright.
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View text with all available footnotesConfirmed with Irish Fairy Tales, edited with an introduction by W. B. Yeats, London, T. Fisher Unwin, 1892, in the epigraph.
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- by William Butler Yeats (1865 - 1939), "Where my books go", appears in Irish Fairy Tales, first published 1892 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
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