Everything that man esteem
Endures a moment or a day.
Love’s pleasure drives his love away,
The painter’s brush consumes his dreams;
The herald’s cry, the soldier’s tread
Exhaust his glory and his might:
Whatever flames upon the night
Man’s own resinous heart has fed.
William Butler Yeats
1 Notes/ Hide
-
sentimental-yearnings reblogged this from zoeblue
-
zoeblue posted this
