The Peacock
Read 'The Peacock' by 'William Butler Yeats' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
What's riches to him
That has made a great peacock
With the pride of his eye?
The wind-beaten, stone-grey,
And desolate Three Rock
Would nourish his whim.
Live he or die
Amid wet rocks and heather,
His ghost will be gay
Adding feather to feather
For the pride of his eye.
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