William Butler Yeats Quote

The years like great black oxen tread the world,
And God the herdsman goads them on behind,
And I am broken by their passing feet.


The Countess Cathleen, last lines (1892)


The years like great black oxen tread the world, And God the herdsman goads them on behind, And I am broken by their passing feet.

The years like great black oxen tread the world, And God the herdsman goads them on behind, And I am broken by their passing feet.

The years like great black oxen tread the world, And God the herdsman goads them on behind, And I am broken by their passing feet.

The years like great black oxen tread the world, And God the herdsman goads them on behind, And I am broken by their passing feet.