Over the little silver cords

THE FISH – William Butler Yeats

Although you hide in the ebb and flow 

 Of the pale tide when the moon has set,         

The people of coming days will know    

About the casting out of my net,                    

And how you have leaped times out of mind 

Over the little silver cords,                               

And think that you were hard and unkind,    

And blame you with many bitter words.

  

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