Hanrahan reproves the Curlew

William Butler Yeats - Non-Music, Lyric Poem (Literature)
Hanrahan reproves the Curlew
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O, curlew, cry no more in the air, Or only to the waters in the West; Because your crying brings to my mind Passion-dimmed eyes and long heavy hair That was shaken out over my breast: There is enough evil in the crying of wind.
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- William Butler Yeats