...Those dying generations, at their song, fish, flesh, or fowl, commend all summer long. Whatever is begotten, born, and dies...
I´m sure there is a total sophisticated reason for the missing line of the Yeats poem. Not that anyone will notice or anything...
Sailing To Byzantium by W.B. Yeats
(...) Those dying generations—at their song,
The salmon-falls, the mackerel-crowded seas,
Fish, flesh, or fowl, commend all summer long
Whatever is begotten, born, and dies. (...)
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