Original poetry written by William Butler Yeats (1865-1939)
КАЖУТЬ, мужі на старій чорній башті,
Хоч страви їм, наче тим пастухам,
Скінчились гроші, кисло в чаші,
Нема нічого воякам,
Та клятви зав'язь тут:
Їх стяги не пройдуть.
Там, у могилі, мерці все стоять,
Та вітри із берега йдуть:
Тремтять, як вітри ревуть,
Старі кістки в щілинах гір.
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