Yet always when I look death in the face,
When I clamber to the heights of sleep,
Or when I grow excited with wine,
Suddenly I meet your face.
From: W B Yeats ‘A Deep-Sworn Vow’ (1919)
Yet always when I look death in the face,
When I clamber to the heights of sleep,
Or when I grow excited with wine,
Suddenly I meet your face.
From: W B Yeats ‘A Deep-Sworn Vow’ (1919)