The Wheel

The Wheel écrit par William Butler Yeats

From The Tower (book), 1928

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The Wheel Through winter-time we call on spring, And through the spring on summer call, And when abounding hedges ring Declare that winter's best of all; And after that there's nothing good Because the spring-time has not come — Nor know that what disturbs our blood Is but our longing for the tomb. 1928

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See the Russian translation by Evgeny Witkowsky:

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