OTHERS because you did not keep
That deep-sworn vow have been friends of mine;
Yet always when I look death in the face,
When I clamber to the heights of sleep,
Or when I grow excited with wine,
Suddenly I meet your face.
More verses by William Butler Yeats
- A Dialogue Of Self And Soul
- An Irish Airman Forsees His Death
- Sailing To Byzantium
- Brown Penny
- A Faery Song