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THE PITY OF LOVE, THE SORROW OF LOVE, WHEN YOU ARE OLD,A DREAM OF DEATH

THE PITY OF LOVE, THE SORROW OF LOVE, WHEN YOU ARE OLD,A DREAM OF DEATH
THE ROSE 1893 By William Butler Yeats poem lyrics. Easy summary meaning. Selected sweat best popular poem for School and college student


THE PITY OF LOVE

 

 

A PITY beyond all telling

 

Is hid in the heart of love:

 

The folk who are buying and selling,

 

The clouds on their journey above,

 

The cold wet winds ever blowing,

 

And the shadowy hazel grove

 

Where mouse-grey waters are flowing,

 

Threaten the head that I love.

 

 

 

 

 

THE SORROW OF LOVE

 

 

THE brawling of a sparrow in the eaves,

 

The brilliant moon and all the milky sky,

 

And all that famous harmony of leaves,

 

Had blotted out man's image and his cry.

 

A girl arose that had red mournful lips

 

And seemed the greatness of the world in tears,

 

Doomed like Odysseus and the labouring ships

 

And proud as Priam murdered with his peers;

 

Arose, and on the instant clamorous eaves,

 

A climbing moon upon an empty sky,

 

And all that lamentation of the leaves,

 

Could but compose man's image and his cry.


WHEN YOU ARE OLD

 

 

WHEN you are old and grey and full of sleep,

 

And nodding by the fire, take down this book,

 

And slowly read, and dream of the soft look

 

Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

 

How many loved your moments of glad grace,

 

And loved your beauty with love false or true,

 

But one man loved the pilgrim Soul in you,

 

And loved the sorrows of your changing face;

 

And bending down beside the glowing bars,

 

Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled

 

And paced upon the mountains overhead

 

And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.

 

 

 

 

THE WHITE BIRDS

 

 

I WOULD that we were, my beloved, white birds on the foam of the sea!

 

We tire of the flame of the meteor, before it can fade and flee;

 

And the flame of the blue star of twilight, hung low on the rim of the sky,

 

Has awaked in our hearts, my beloved, a sadness that may not die.

 

A weariness comes from those dreamers, dew-dabbled, the lily and rose;

 

Ah, dream not of them, my beloved, the flame of the meteor that goes, Or the flame of the blue star that lingers hung low in the fall of the

 

dew:

For I would we were changed to white birds on the wandering foam: I and you!

 

I am haunted by numberless islands, and many a Danaan shore, Where Time would surely forget us, and Sorrow come near us no

 

more;

 

Soon far from the rose and the lily and fret of the flames would we be,

 

Were we only white birds, my beloved, buoyed out on the foam of the sea!


 

A DREAM OF DEATH

 

I DREAMED that one had died in a strange place

 

Near no accustomed hand,

 

And they had nailed the boards above her face,

 

The peasants of that land,

 

Wondering to lay her in that solitude,

 

And raised above her mound

 

A cross they had made out of two bits of wood,

 

And planted cypress round;

 

And left her to the indifferent stars above

 

Until I carved these words:

 

She was more beautiful than thy first love,

 

But now lies under boards.

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