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Silence by death in the grave, | William Butler Yeats couldn't save. Why did you stand here? Were you sickened in time? But I know by now. Why did you sit here, In the grave, in the grave? In the grave, in the grave. "Why should I blame her that she filled my days With misery, or that she would of late Have taught to ignorant men most violent ways, Or hurled the little streets upon the great, Had they but courage equal to desire?" Sad that Maud Gonne couldn't stay, But she had Mac Bride anyway. And you sit here with me on the Island Inisfree, And you're writing down everything. But I know by now, Why did you sit here, In the grave, in the grave? In the grave, in the grave. William Butler, William Butler. William Butler, William Butler. "Why should I blame her, That she filled my days with misery, Or that she would of late have taught To ignorant men most violent Ways or hurled the little streets upon the great. Had they but courage equal to desire." "Why should I blame her, That she filled my days with misery, Or that she would of late have taught To ignorant men most violent Ways or hurled the little streets upon the great. Had they but courage equal to desire." "Why should I blame her, That she filled my days with misery, Or that she would of late have taught To ignorant men most violent Ways or hurled the little streets upon the great. Had they but courage equal to desire." Samples of "No Second Troy", poem written by William Butler Yeats
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