William Butler Yeats

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

Her Dream - Poem by William Butler Yeats

I dreamed as in my bed I lay,
All night's fathomless wisdom come,
That I had shorn my locks away
And laid them on Love's lettered tomb:
But something bore them out of sight
In a great tumult of the air,
And after nailed upon the night
Berenice's burning hair.

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  • (5/10/2017 9:51:00 PM)

    I wish you would only allow only those with feeling to read / broadcast his poetry. This ladies voice was void of all feeling... (Report) Reply

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  • (2/3/2011 7:54:00 AM)

    Perfect in poise and satisfies the ethereal elopements (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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