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William Butler Yeats

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

Poems of William Butler Yeats

341. The Wheel 5/17/2001
342. The White Birds 5/17/2001
343. The Wild Old Wicked Man 5/17/2001
344. The Wild Swans At Coole 5/17/2001
345. The Winding Stair 1/1/2004
346. The Winding Stair And Other Poems 5/17/2001
347. The Witch 5/17/2001
348. The Withering Of The Boughs 5/17/2001
349. These Are The Clouds 5/17/2001
350. Those Dancing Days Are Gone 1/13/2003
351. Those Images 5/17/2001
352. Three Marching Songs 5/17/2001
353. Three Movements 5/17/2001
354. Three Songs To The One Burden 5/17/2001
355. Three Songs To The Same Tune 5/17/2001
356. Three Things 1/13/2003
357. To A Child Dancing In The Wind 5/17/2001
358. To A Friend Whose Work Has Come To Nothing 5/17/2001
359. To A Poet, Who Would Have Me Praise Certain Bad Poets, Imitators Of His And Mine 5/17/2001
360. To A Shade 5/17/2001

The White Birds

I WOULD that we were, my beloved, white birds on the foam of the sea!
We tire of the flame of the meteor, before it can fade and flee;
And the flame of the blue star of twilight, hung low on the rim of the sky,
Has awaked in our hearts, my beloved, a sadness that may not die.
A weariness comes from those dreamers, dew-dabbled, the lily and rose;
Ah, dream not of them, my beloved, the flame of the meteor that goes,
Or the flame of the blue star that lingers hung low in the fall of the dew:

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