While I, that reed-throated whisperer
Who comes at need, although not now as once
A clear articulation in the air,
But inwardly, surmise companions
Beyond the fling of the dull ass's hoof
-Ben Johnson's phrase-and find when June is come
At Kyle-na-no under that ancient roof
A sterner conscience and a friendlier home,
I can forgive even that wrong of wrongs,
Those undreamt accidents that have made me
-Seeing that Fame has perished that long while,
Being but a part of ancient ceremony-
Notorious, till all my priceless things
Are but a post the passing dogs defile.
Responsibilities - Closing
William Butler Yeats
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