A PITY beyond all telling
Is hid in the heart of love:
The folk who are buying and selling,
The clouds on their journey above,
The cold wet winds ever blowing,
And the shadowy hazel grove
Where mouse-grey waters are flowing,
Threaten the head that I love.
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oh my goodness..this is the first poem of Yeats's that i have read----and i am stunned and amazed!! this is beautiful. my jaw dropped and i made this strange wimpering sound...lol. anyways, this is gorgeous. thank you so much for sharing this
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