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The wind blows out of the gates of the day,The wind blows over the lonely of heart,And the lonely of heart is withered away.While the faeries dance in a place apart,Shaking their milk-white feet in a ring,Tossing their milk-white arms in the airFor they hear the wind laugh and murmur and singOf a land where even the old are fair,And even the wise are merry of tongueBut I heard a reed of Coolaney say,When the wind has laughed and murmured and sungThe lonely of heart is withered away
WB Yeats
The Land of Heart’s Desire (1912)
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Canon PowerShot SX110 IS
ISO
125
Aperture
f/3.2
Exposure
1/60th
Focal Length
43mm


The wind blows out of the gates of the day,The wind blows over the lonely of heart,And the lonely of heart is withered away.While the faeries dance in a place apart,Shaking their milk-white feet in a ring,Tossing their milk-white arms in the airFor they hear the wind laugh and murmur and singOf a land where even the old are fair,And even the wise are merry of tongueBut I heard a reed of Coolaney say,When the wind has laughed and murmured and sungThe lonely of heart is withered away
WB Yeats
The Land of Heart’s Desire (1912)
Zoom Info
Camera
Canon PowerShot SX110 IS
ISO
400
Aperture
f/4.3
Exposure
1/100th
Focal Length
361mm


The wind blows out of the gates of the day,The wind blows over the lonely of heart,And the lonely of heart is withered away.While the faeries dance in a place apart,Shaking their milk-white feet in a ring,Tossing their milk-white arms in the airFor they hear the wind laugh and murmur and singOf a land where even the old are fair,And even the wise are merry of tongueBut I heard a reed of Coolaney say,When the wind has laughed and murmured and sungThe lonely of heart is withered away
WB Yeats
The Land of Heart’s Desire (1912)
Zoom Info
Camera
Canon PowerShot SX110 IS
ISO
125
Aperture
f/3.5
Exposure
1/200th
Focal Length
86mm


The wind blows out of the gates of the day,The wind blows over the lonely of heart,And the lonely of heart is withered away.While the faeries dance in a place apart,Shaking their milk-white feet in a ring,Tossing their milk-white arms in the airFor they hear the wind laugh and murmur and singOf a land where even the old are fair,And even the wise are merry of tongueBut I heard a reed of Coolaney say,When the wind has laughed and murmured and sungThe lonely of heart is withered away
WB Yeats
The Land of Heart’s Desire (1912)
Zoom Info
Camera
Canon PowerShot SX110 IS
ISO
200
Aperture
f/4.3
Exposure
1/200th
Focal Length
361mm


The wind blows out of the gates of the day,The wind blows over the lonely of heart,And the lonely of heart is withered away.While the faeries dance in a place apart,Shaking their milk-white feet in a ring,Tossing their milk-white arms in the airFor they hear the wind laugh and murmur and singOf a land where even the old are fair,And even the wise are merry of tongueBut I heard a reed of Coolaney say,When the wind has laughed and murmured and sungThe lonely of heart is withered away
WB Yeats
The Land of Heart’s Desire (1912)
Zoom Info
Camera
Canon PowerShot SX110 IS
ISO
800
Aperture
f/4.3
Exposure
1/250th
Focal Length
361mm


The wind blows out of the gates of the day,The wind blows over the lonely of heart,And the lonely of heart is withered away.While the faeries dance in a place apart,Shaking their milk-white feet in a ring,Tossing their milk-white arms in the airFor they hear the wind laugh and murmur and singOf a land where even the old are fair,And even the wise are merry of tongueBut I heard a reed of Coolaney say,When the wind has laughed and murmured and sungThe lonely of heart is withered away
WB Yeats
The Land of Heart’s Desire (1912)
Zoom Info
Camera
Canon PowerShot SX110 IS
ISO
320
Aperture
f/4.3
Exposure
1/200th
Focal Length
361mm

The wind blows out of the gates of the day,
The wind blows over the lonely of heart,
And the lonely of heart is withered away.
While the faeries dance in a place apart,
Shaking their milk-white feet in a ring,
Tossing their milk-white arms in the air
For they hear the wind laugh and murmur and sing
Of a land where even the old are fair,
And even the wise are merry of tongue
But I heard a reed of Coolaney say,
When the wind has laughed and murmured and sung
The lonely of heart is withered away

WB Yeats

The Land of Heart’s Desire (1912)

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