The Rose of the World /예이츠
The Rose of the World WHO dreamed that beauty passes like a dream? For those red lips, with all their mournful pride, Mournful that no new wonder may betide, Troy passed away in one high funeral gleam, And Usna"s children died. We and the labouring world are passing by: Amid men"s souls, that waver and give place Like the pale waters in their wintry race, Under the passing stars, foam of the sk..