William Butler Yeats

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

The Pity Of Love


A PITY beyond all telling
Is hid in the heart of love:
The folk who are buying and selling,
The clouds on their journey above,
The cold wet winds ever blowing,
And the shadowy hazel grove
Where mouse-grey waters are flowing,
Threaten the head that I love.

Submitted: Thursday, May 17, 2001
Edited: Thursday, May 17, 2001

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