WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS
In a field by the river my love and I did stand, And on my leaning shoulder she laid her snow-white hand. She bid me take life easy, as the grass grows on the weirs; But I was young and foolibh, and now am full of tears.
��905 Aedh wishes for the Cloths of Heaven
HAD I the heavens' cmbroider'd cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half light, I would spread the cloths under your feet. But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
��HERBERT TRENCH
906 She comes not when Noon is on the Roses
SHE comes not when Noon is on the roses Too bright is Day.
She comes not to the Soul till it reposes From work and play.
But when Night is on the hills, and the great Voices
Roll in from Sea, By starlight and by candlelight and dreamlight
She comes to me.
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