William Butler Yeats (13 June 1865 – 28 January 1939 / County Dublin / Ireland)
Never Give All The Heart
NEVER give all the heart, for love
Will hardly seem worth thinking of
To passionate women if it seem
Certain, and they never dream
That it fades out from kiss to kiss;
For everything that's lovely is
But a brief, dreamy. Kind delight.
O never give the heart outright,
For they, for all smooth lips can say,
Have given their hearts up to the play.
And who could play it well enough
If deaf and dumb and blind with love?
He that made this knows all the cost,
For he gave all his heart and lost.
William Butler Yeats's Other Poems
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- A Coat
- A Cradle Song
- A Crazed Girl
- A Deep-Sworn Vow
- A Dialogue Of Self And Soul
- A Dramatic Poem
- A Dream Of Death
- A Drinking Song
- A Drunken Man's Praise Of Sobriety
- A Faery Song
- A First Confession
- A Friend's Illness
- A Last Confession
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