He tells of a Valley full of Lovers- by W.B.Yeats I dreamed that I stood in a valley, and amid sigh, For happy lovers passed two by two where I stood; And I dreamed my lost love came stealthily out of the wood With her cloud-pale eyelids falling on dream-dimmed eyes; I cried in my dream, O women,bid the young men lay Their heads on your knees, and drown their eyes with your hair, or remembering hers they will find no other face fair Till all the valleys of the world have been withered away. I absolutely loved this poem. Others Ive read from this dude are rather dark. Scary at times but nonetheless beautiful
Posted on: Wed, 05 Mar 2014 07:54:32 +0000
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