What Was Lost

William Butler Yeats

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I SING what was lost and dread what was won,
I walk in a battle fought over again,
My king a lost king, and lost soldiers my men;
Feet to the Rising and Setting may run,
They always beat on the same small stone.

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  • berniececarrico

    This line hit me hard: "My king a lost king, and lost soldiers my men;"