William Butler Yeats

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

The Lady's Third Song - Poem by William Butler Yeats

WHEN you and my true lover meet
And he plays tunes between your feet.
Speak no evil of the soul,
Nor think that body is the whole,
For I that am his daylight lady
Know worse evil of the body;
But in honour split his love
Till either neither have enough,
That I may hear if we should kiss
A contrapuntal serpent hiss,
You, should hand explore a thigh,
All the labouring heavens sigh.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 17, 2001



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