English poem
The Child
by W. B. Yeats
You love that young man there, Yet I could make you ride upon the winds, Run on the top of the dishevelled tide, And dance upon the mountains like a flame.
Versos English W. B. Yeats The Child
Versos English W. B. Yeats The Child
English poem
by W. B. Yeats
You love that young man there, Yet I could make you ride upon the winds, Run on the top of the dishevelled tide, And dance upon the mountains like a flame.