terça-feira, 24 de dezembro de 2013

Snobidando: William Butler Yeats

Running to Paradise

Poor men have grown to be rich men,
And rich men grown to be poor again,
And I am running to paradise;
And many a darling wit's grown dull
That tossed a bare heel when at school,
Now it has filled a old sock full:
And there the king is but as the beggar.

William Butler Yeats

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