He Tells Of The Perfect Beauty Poem by William Butler Yeats
He Tells Of The Perfect Beauty
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O CLOUD-PALE eyelids, dream-dimmed eyes,
The poets labouring all their days
To build a perfect beauty in rhyme
Are overthrown by a woman's gaze
And by the unlabouring brood of the skies:
And therefore my heart will bow, when dew
Is dropping sleep, until God burn time,
Before the unlabouring stars and you.
Tuesday, May 15, 2001
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4/23/2024 7:49:15 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Beautiful poetry. “Cloud-pale eye-lids” and “dream-dimmed eyes”.... such images speak to the heart of the reader directly and their aesthetic beauty is unparalleled.