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The Peacock : : by William Butler Yeats What’s riches to himThat has made a great peacockWith the pride of his eye?The wind-beaten, stone-grey,And desolate Three RockWould nourish his whim.Live he or dieAmid wet rocks and heather,His ghost will be gayAdding feather to featherFor the pride of his eye. — W B Yeats “The Peacock”FirstContinue reading “The Peacock : William Butler Yeats : : Bird Poems : :”