English poem
Shemus
by W. B. Yeats
What's that for thanks, Or what's the double of it that she promised? With bread and flesh and every sort of food Up to a price no man has heard the like of And rising every day.
Versos English W. B. Yeats Shemus
Versos English W. B. Yeats Shemus
English poem
by W. B. Yeats
What's that for thanks, Or what's the double of it that she promised? With bread and flesh and every sort of food Up to a price no man has heard the like of And rising every day.