Quotation by William Butler Yeats

I count those feathered balls of soot
The moor-hen guides upon the stream,
To silence the envy in my thought;
And turn towards my chamber, caught
In the cold snows of a dream.
William Butler Yeats (1865–1939), Irish poet. The Road at My Door (l. 11–15). . .

The Collected Poems of W. B. Yeats. Richard J. Finneran, ed. (1989) Macmillan.
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