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Fallen Majesty (Author: William Butler Yeats)

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1. ALTHOUGH crowds gathered once if she but showed her face,
   And even old men's eyes grew dim, this hand alone,
   Like some last courtier at a gypsy camping place,
   Babbling of fallen majesty, records what's gone.
2. The lineaments, a heart that laughter has made sweet,
   These, these remain, but I record what's gone. A crowd
   Will gather, and not know it walks the very street
   Whereon a thing once walked that seemed a burning cloud.