1 | William Yeats is laid to rest. | |
2 | We can't rest in peace if this evil is not eradicated. | |
3 | But the son of man has nowhere to lay his head and gain repose. | |
4 | Fear can keep us up all night long, but faith makes one fine pillow. | |
5 | May ask, how many people dull this world, sleep can not rest . |