William Butler Yeats

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

The Ragged Wood

Poem by William Butler Yeats

O HURRY where by water among the trees
The delicate-stepping stag and his lady sigh,
When they have but looked upon their images --
Would none had ever loved but you and I!
Or have you heard that sliding silver-shoed
Pale silver-proud queen-woman of the sky,
When the sun looked out of his golden hood? --
O that none ever loved but you and I!
O hurty to the ragged wood, for there
I will drive all those lovers out and cry --
O my share of the world, O yellow hair!
No one has ever loved but you and I.


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  • Ruta MohapatraRuta Mohapatra (7/15/2018 12:34:00 PM)

    ' When the sun looked out of his golden hood'...........nice imagery!(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 17, 2001

Poem Edited: Thursday, May 17, 2001


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