A Weary Soul

The night is dark, the stars are veiled,
The wind sighs low, the rain has wailed.
My heart is heavy, full of fears,
And weary thoughts, and silent tears.
Oh, weary world, and weary soul,
When shall I reach my distant goal?
When shall I find a peaceful shore,
And rest my head forevermore?

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Irish poet and one of the foremost figures of 20th-century literature. Awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1923.

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