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Aedh Tells of the Perfect Beauty

William Butler YeatsApr 22, 2018'Command+D' Bookmark this page

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O cloud-pale eyelids, dream-dimmed eyes

The poets labouring all their days

To build a perfect beauty in rhyme

Are overthrown by a woman’s gaze

And by the unlabouring brood of the skies:

And therefore my heart will bow, when dew

Is dropping sleep, until God burn time,

Before the unlabouring stars and you.

 

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