A poem by William Butler Yeats

Locke sank into a swoon;
The Garden died;
God took the spinning-jenny
Out of his side.

Where got I that truth?
Out of a medium's mouth.
Out of nothing it came,
Out of the forest loam,
Out of dark night where lay
The crowns of Nineveh.

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