I WANDER by the edge <br />Of this desolate lake <br />Where wind cries in the sedge: <br /> <br />Until the axle break <br />That keeps the stars in their round, <br />And hands hurl in the deep <br />The banners of East and West, <br />And the girdle of light is unhound, <br />Your breast will not lie by the breast <br />Of your beloved in sleep.<br /><br />William Butler Yeats<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/he-hears-the-cry-of-the-sedge/
