The Heart of the Woman


 

Poems by William Butler Yeats.

O what to me the little room
That was brimmed up with prayer and rest
He bade me out into the gloom,
And my breast lies upon his breast.

O what to me my mother′s care,
The house where I was safe and warm,
The shadowy blossom of my hair
Will hide us from the bitter storm.

O hiding hair and dewy eyes,
I am no more with life and death,
My heart upon his warm heart lies,
My breath is mixed into his breath.
1899 year





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