William Butler Yeats

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

The Travail Of Passion - Poem by William Butler Yeats

WHEN the flaming lute-thronged angelic door is wide;
When an immortal passion breathes in mortal clay;
Our hearts endure the scourge, the plaited thorns, the way
Crowded with bitter faces, the wounds in palm and side,
The vinegar-heavy sponge, the flowers by Kedron stream;
We will bend down and loosen our hair over you,
That it may drop faint perfume, and be heavy with dew,
Lilies of death-pale hope, roses of passionate dream.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 17, 2001

Poem Edited: Thursday, May 17, 2001

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