William Butler Yeats

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

The Lover Mourns For The Loss Of Love - Poem by William Butler Yeats

PALE brows, still hands and dim hair,
I had a beautiful friend
And dreamed that the old despair
Would end in love in the end:
She looked in my heart one day
And saw your image was there;
She has gone weeping away.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 17, 2001

Poem Edited: Thursday, May 17, 2001

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