He mused beside the well of Scanavin,
He mused upon his mockers: without fail
His sudden were a country tale,
Now that deep earth has drunk his body in;
But one small knot-grass growing by the pool
Told where, ah, little, all-unneeded voice!
He mused upon his mockers: without fail
His sudden were a country tale,
Now that deep earth has drunk his body in;
But one small knot-grass growing by the pool
Told where, ah, little, all-unneeded voice!
Yeats - Poems
