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In Stratford’s gentle cradle, a bard was born, With quill in hand and dreams unshorn, He penned the tales of…
Born in Stratfordâs gentle arms, A soul aflame with countless charms, Words did weave his fabled fame, On lifeâs grand…
Upon the stage of life he played, With quill in hand, his legacy laid, From Stratford’s fields to London’s heart,…
In the quiet whisper of the night, When the stars gleam soft and bright, Yeats’ spirit takes its flight, Into…