'and like a laughing string
whereon mad fingers play
amid a place of stone,
be secret and exult,
because of all things known
that is the most difficult...'*
yeats*
"Time drops in decay, Like a candle burnt out, And the mountains and the woods Have their day, have their day; What one in the rout Of the fire-born moods Has fallen away?"
Beautiful abstract
love the texture in this
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