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“Consume my heart away; sick with desire
And fastened to a dying animal
It knows not what it is; and gather me
Into the artifice of eternity.”
—
W. B. Yeats, “Sailing to Byzantium,“ in A terrible beauty is born (Penguin Little Black Classics no. 98)

“Consume my heart away; sick with desire
And fastened to a dying animal
It knows not what it is; and gather me
Into the artifice of eternity.”

W. B. Yeats
, “Sailing to Byzantium,“ in A terrible beauty is born (Penguin Little Black Classics no. 98)

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