"The Moods" from The Wind Among the Reeds

by W.B. Yeats, 1865–1939

Time drops in decay,

Like a candle burnt out,

And the mountains and woods

Have their day, have their day;

What one in the rout

Of the fire-born moods,

Has fallen away?

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“Past Time” is an aged black and white photograph of two family watches, my entry in the “Passed Down” category of Jason Moore’s Geographic Composition series. See the other entries by clicking here.