She is playing like a child
And penance is the play,
Fantastical and wild
Because the end of day
Shows her that some one soon
Will come from the house, and say —
Though play is but half-done —
‘ Come in and leave the play.’ —
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THE END OF DAY · William Butler Yeats · Poetry Cove