THE SORROW OF LOVE
by: W.B. Yeats
- HE quarrel of the sparrows in
the eaves,
- The full round moon and the star-laden sky,
- And the loud song of the ever-singing leaves,
- Had hid away earth's old and weary cry.
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- And then you came with those red mournful lips,
- And with you came the whole of the world's tears,
- And all the sorrows of her labouring ships,
- And all the burden of her myriad years.
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- And now the sparrows warring in the eaves,
- The curd-pale moon, the white stars in the sky,
- And the loud chaunting of the unquiet leaves
- Are shaken with earth's old and weary cry.
'The Sorrow of Love' is reprinted
from An Anthology of Modern Verse. Ed. A. Methuen. London:
Methuen & Co., 1921. |
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