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

23. Michael Robartes asks Forgiveness because of his many Moods


IF this importunate heart trouble your peace 
With words lighter than air, 
Or hopes that in mere hoping flicker and cease; 
Crumple the rose in your hair; 
And cover your lips with odorous twilight and say,         5
‘O Hearts of wind-blown flame! 
‘O Winds, elder than changing of night and day, 
‘That murmuring and longing came, 
‘From marble cities loud with tabors of old 
‘In dove-gray faery lands;  10
‘From battle banners fold upon purple fold, 
‘Queens wrought with glimmering hands; 
‘That saw young Niamh hover with love-lorn face 
‘Above the wandering tide; 
‘And lingered in the hidden desolate place,  15
‘Where the last Phoenix died 
‘And wrapped the flames above his holy head; 
‘And still murmur and long: 
‘O Piteous Hearts, changing till change be dead 
‘In a tumultuous song:’  20
And cover the pale blossoms of your breast 
With your dim heavy hair, 
And trouble with a sigh for all things longing for rest 
The odorous twilight there. 


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