I have faith in things as of yet never seen,
Things growing in a faraway ground of green,
Things promising me to sprout the heart's delight,
(Or I'm promising myself the grass is greener thing is right).
I'm seeing things in the clearest vision,
Apples for plucking, fish for frying, cow's milk,
The time is come, I make final my decision,
God, bless my roaming, Your humble ilk.
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I was just reading some Yeats last week. I love the title of this poem.
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