Galway Races , by William Butler Yeats

Galway Races

There where the racecourse isDelight makes all of the one mindThe riders upon the swift horsesThe field that closes in behind.We too had good attendance once,Hearers, hearteners of the work,Aye, horsemen for companionsBefore the merchant and the clerkBreathed on the world with timid breath;But some day and at some new moonWe’ll learn that sleeping is not deathHearing the whole earth change its tune,Flesh being wild again, and it againCrying aloud as the racecourse is;And find hearteners among menThat ride upon horses.

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William Butler Yeats