The Nineteenth Century And After
by William Butler Yeats
Though the great song return no more
There's keen delight in what we have:
The rattle of pebbles on the shore
Under the receding wave.
Though the great song return no more
There's keen delight in what we have:
The rattle of pebbles on the shore
Under the receding wave.
Love is always bestowed as a gift - freely, willingly and without expectation. We don't love to be loved; we love to love.