The Pity Of Love Poem by William Butler Yeats

The Pity Of Love

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A PITY beyond all telling
Is hid in the heart of love:
The folk who are buying and selling,
The clouds on their journey above,
The cold wet winds ever blowing,
And the shadowy hazel grove
Where mouse-grey waters are flowing,
Threaten the head that I love.

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William Butler Yeats

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County Dublin / Ireland
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