Well, well, what do you know. I heard that poem recited in a movie just a few days ago, but they did not attribute it to Yeats, the devils. To put it very simplistically, I like it; it falls under my definition of a good poem.
Tolkien isn't Yeats, and Yeats isn't Tolkien. Tolkien is Tolkien and Yeats is Yeats. I believe that is a good comparison.
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All shall be rather fond of me and suffer from mild depression.
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