William Butler Yeats

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

Her Dream


I dreamed as in my bed I lay,
All night's fathomless wisdom come,
That I had shorn my locks away
And laid them on Love's lettered tomb:
But something bore them out of sight
In a great tumult of the air,
And after nailed upon the night
Berenice's burning hair.

Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003

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