Breasal the Fisherman

William Butler Yeats - Non-Music, Lyric Poem (Literature)
Breasal the Fisherman
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Although you hide in the ebb and flow Of the pale tide when the moon has set, The people of coming days will know About the casting out of my net, And how you have leaped times out of mind Over the little silver cords, And think that you were hard and unkind, And blame you with many bitter words.
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- William Butler Yeats