Her Anxiety Poem by William Butler Yeats

Her Anxiety

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Earth in beauty dressed
Awaits returning spring.
All true love must die,
Alter at the best
Into some lesser thing.
Prove that I lie.

Such body lovers have,
Such exacting breath,
That they touch or sigh.
Every touch they give,
Love is nearer death.
Prove that I lie.

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William Butler Yeats

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County Dublin / Ireland
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