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Consume my heart away, sick with desire
And fastened to a dying animal
It knows not what it is, and gather me
Into the artifice of eternity.
And fastened to a dying animal
It knows not what it is, and gather me
Into the artifice of eternity.
The Tower, 1928. Sailing to Byzantium
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On Destiny: "Our destiny exercises its influence over us even when, as yet, we have not learned its nature: it is our future that lays down the law of our today."
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