Easter, 1916
I HAVE met them at close of day
ing with vivid faces
From ter or desk among grey
Eighteenth-tury houses.
I have passed with a nod of the head
Or polite meaningless words,
Or have lingered awhile and said
Polite meaningless words,
And thought before I had done
Of a mog tale ibe
To please a panion
Around the fire at the club,
Beiain that they and I
But lived where motley is worn:
All ged, ged utterly:
A terrible beauty is born.
That womans days were spent
In ignorant good-will,
Her nights in argument
Until her voice grew shrill.
What voice more sweet than hers
When, young aiful,
She rode to harriers?
This man had kept a school
And rode our winged horse;
This other his helper and friend
Was ing into his force;
He might have won fame in the end,
So sensitive his nature seemed,
S and sweet his thought.
This other man I had dreamed
A drunken, vainglorious lout.
He had done most bitter wrong
To some who are near my heart,
Yet I number him in the s……（内容加载失败！）
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