William Butler Yeats

(13 June 1865 – 28 January 1939 / County Dublin / Ireland)

He Hears The Cry Of The Sedge - Poem by William Butler Yeats

I WANDER by the edge
Of this desolate lake
Where wind cries in the sedge:

Until the axle break
That keeps the stars in their round,
And hands hurl in the deep
The banners of East and West,
And the girdle of light is unhound,
Your breast will not lie by the breast
Of your beloved in sleep.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 15, 2001

Poem Edited: Tuesday, May 15, 2001

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