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I
DE my song a
Covered with
Out of old
From heel to throat;
But the fools caught it,
Wore it in the world's
As though they'd wrought it.
Song, let them take it,
For there's more
In walking naked.
On google,
I found this about Yeats:
Yeats was fascinated by the occult and mysticism.
He joined the Golden Dawn, a secret society which practiced ritual magic, in 1890, progressing to its Inner Order in 1893, and remained an active member for most of his life.
He also joined paranormal research organisation The Ghost Club in 191.
William Butler Yeats
William Butler Yeats[a] (13 June 1865 – 28 January 1939) was an Irish poet and one of the foremost figures of 20th-century literature. A pillar
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