myfoxesandroses:Where the wave of moonlight glosses The dim gray sands with light, Far off by furt
myfoxesandroses: Where the wave of moonlight glosses The dim gray sands with light, Far off by furthest Rosses We foot it all the night, Weaving olden dances Mingling hands and mingling glances Till the moon has taken flight; --W. B. Yeats -- source link