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W.B. Yeats (1865–1939).  The Wind Among the Reeds.  1899.

19. Aedh gives his Beloved certain Rhymes


FASTEN your hair with a golden pin, 
And bind up every wandering tress; 
I bade my heart build these poor rhymes: 
It worked at them, day out, day in, 
Building a sorrowful loveliness         5
Out of the battles of old times. 
  
You need but lift a pearl-pale hand, 
And bind up your long hair and sigh; 
And all men’s hearts must burn and beat; 
And candle-like foam on the dim sand,  10
And stars climbing the dew-dropping sky, 
Live but to light your passing feet. 


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