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from Among School Children

Labour is blossoming or dancing where
The body is not bruised to pleasure soul,
Nor beauty born out of its own despair,
Nor blear-eyed wisdom out of midnight oil.
O chestnut-tree, great-rooted blossomer,
Are you the leaf, the blossom or the Bole?
O body swayed to music, O brightening glance,
How can we know the dancer from the dance?

W. B. Yeats (1865 - 1939)

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