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Aedh Gives His Beloved Certain Rhymes

Rating: 2.9

Fasten your hair with a golden pin,
And bind up every wandering tress;
I bade my heart build these poor rhymes:
It worked at them, day out, day in,
Building a sorrowful loveliness
Out of the battles of old times.

You need but lift a pearl-pale hand,
And bind up your long hair and sigh;
And all men's hearts must burn and beat;

And candle-like foam on the dim sand,
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Andrew Hoellering 18 December 2009

Stunningly beautiful; the second verse especially is unforgettable. I'd like to dedicate the verse I wrote that follows to the memory of W.B. Yeats: An Abstraction An abstraction Is what people fear; Just hear the poem, Forget the idea. (c) Andrew Hoellering,2009

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