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He Tells Of The Perfect Beauty – W.B.Yeats

March 12, 2010

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.

He Tells Of The Perfect Beauty – W.B.Yeats (in The Wind Among The Reeds)

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