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as reported by wb yeats
it is late last night the dog was speaking of you; the snipe was speaking of you in her deep marsh. it is you are the lonely bird throughout the woods; and that you may be without a mate until you find me.
you promised me and you said a lie to me, that you would be before me where the sheep are flocked. i gave a whistle and three hundred cries to you; and i found nothing there but fleeting lamb.
you promised me a thing that was hard for you, a ship of gold under a silver mast; twelve towns and a market in all of them, and a fine white court by the side of the sea.
you promised me a thing that is not possible; that you would give me gloves of the skin of a fish; that you would give me shoes of the skin of a bird, and a suit of the dearest silk in ireland.
my mother said to me not to be talking with you, to-day or to-morrow or on Sunday. it was a bad time she took for telling me that, it was shutting the door after the house was robbed...
you have taken the east from me, you have taken the west from me, you have taken what is before me and what is behind me; you have taken the
moon, you have taken the sun from me, and my fear is great you have taken god from me.
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