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March 2, 2014
"My fiftieth year had come and gone,"
My fiftieth year had come and gone,
I sat, a solitary man,
In a crowded London shop,
An open book and empty cup
On the marble table-top.
While on the shop and street I gazed
My body of a sudden blazed;
And twenty minutes more or less
It seemed, so great my happiness,
That I was blessed and could bless.
-William Butler Yeats
Posted by gerardvanderleun at March 2, 2014 2:42 AM. This is an entry on the sideblog of American Digest: Check it out.