William Butler Yeats

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

He Tells Of The Perfect Beauty

Poem by William Butler Yeats

O CLOUD-PALE eyelids, dream-dimmed eyes,
The poets labouring all their days
To build a perfect beauty in rhyme
Are overthrown by a woman's gaze
And by the unlabouring brood of the skies:
And therefore my heart will bow, when dew
Is dropping sleep, until God burn time,
Before the unlabouring stars and you.

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  • Unnikrishnan E S (10/26/2019 8:52:00 AM)

    Beautiful poetry.
    “Cloud-pale eye-lids” and “dream-dimmed eyes”.... such images speak to the heart of the reader directly and their aesthetic beauty is unparalleled.(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 15, 2001

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