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The Collected Poems by William Butler Yeats
BIRD sighs for the air,
Thought for I know not where,
For the womb the seed sighs.
Now sinks the same rest
On mind, on nest,
On straining thighs.
Book: The Collected Poems by William Butler Yeats
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