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September 1913BY WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSWhat need you, being come to sense,But fumble in a greasy tillAnd add the halfpence to the penceAnd prayer to shivering prayer, untilYou have dried the marrow from the bone;For men were born to pray and save:Romantic Ireland’s dead and gone,It’s with O’Leary in the grave. Yet they were of aContinue reading “September 1913 : W B Yeats : : September Poems : : Months Poems : :”