Under Saturn
DO not because this day I have grown saturnine / Imagine that lost love, inseparable from my thought
He Tells Of A Valley Full Of Lovers
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I DREAMED that I stood in a valley, and amid sighs,
For happy lovers passed two by two where I stood;
And I dreamed my lost love came stealthily out of the wood
With her cloud-pale eyelids falling on dream-dimmed eyes:
I cried in my dream, O women, bid the young men lay
Their heads on your knees, and drown their eyes with your fair,
Or remembering hers they will find no other face fair
Till all the valleys of the world have been withered away.
More poems by William Butler Yeats
The Everlasting Voices
O SWEET everlasting Voices, be still; / Go to the guards of the heavenly fold
The White Birds
I WOULD that we were, my beloved, white birds on the foam of the sea! / We tire of the flame of the meteor, before it can fade and flee;
The Peacock
What's riches to him / That has made a great peacock