You, too, have come where the dim tides are hurled
Upon the wharves of sorrow, and heard ring
The bell that calls us on; the sweet far thing.
Beauty grown sad with its eternity
Made you of us, and of the dim grey sea.
- from The Rose of Battle by W.B. Yeats
I selected this piece in honor of the novel The Sweet Far Thing by Libba Bray, this month's featured title at readergirlz. Thanks, Libba, for hanging out with us this month!
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