The fallen sun of the VrijMiBo
Het is weekend. Hier is Yeats.
THESE are the clouds about the fallen sun,
The majesty that shuts his burning eye:
The weak lay hand on what the strong has done,
Till that be tumbled that was lifted high
And discord follow upon unison,
And all things at one common level lie.
And therefore, friend, if your great race were run
And these things came, So much the more thereby
Have you made greatness your companion,
Although it be for children that you sigh:
These are the clouds about the fallen sun,
The majesty that shuts his burning eye.
Prettig weekend. En be nice.
Reaguursels
Dit wil je ook lezen
MOOI WEER! Ga naar buiten gek
Sjezis wat een meloenen (daar op die zandverstuiving bij Jan de Hoop)
