till time and times are done.
- 2016/10/06 22:00
- Category: verse
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Though I am old with wandering
Through hollow lands and hilly lands,
I will find out where she has gone,
And kiss her lips and take her hands;
And walk among long dappled grass,
And pluck till time and times are done
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun.
quotation from "The Song of Wandering Aengus" by William Butler Yeats
