William Butler Yeats - A Woman homer Sung

William Butler Yeats - A Woman homer Sung

IF any man drew near br When I was young, br I thought, 'He holds her dear,' br And shook with hate and fear. br But O! 'twas bitter wrong br If he could pass her by br With an indifferent eye. br Whereon I wrote and wrought, br And now, being grey, br I dream that I have brought br To such a pitch my thought br That coming time can say, br 'He shadowed in a glass br What thing her body was.' br For she had fiery blood br When I was young, br And trod so sweetly proud br As 'twere upon a cloud, br A woman Homer sung, br That life and letters seem br But an heroic dream.


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Uploaded: 2014-11-07

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