- HO dreamed that beauty passes like a dream?
- For these red lips, with all their mournful pride,
- Mournful that no new wonder may betide,
- Troy passed away in one high funeral gleam,
- And Usna’s children died.
- We and the labouring world are passing by:
- Amid men’s souls, that waver and give place
- Like the pale waters in their wintry race,
- Under the passing stars, foam of the sky,
- Lives on this lonely face.
- Bow down, archangels, in your dim abode:
- Before you were, or any hearts to beat,
- Weary and kind one lingered by His seat;
- He made the world to be a grassy road
- Before her wandering feet.
William Butler Yeats – Rose of the World
În final aş vrea să adaug poemului un cânt care se potriveşte de minune.