Aedh Tells of the Perfect Beauty

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.

One of my favorite authors W. B. Yeats. His writing is full of passion, romanticism, and raw emotions. ♥ I thought it was due time that I share this with you all. There’s more coming soon.

(W. B. Yeats, 1865 – 1939)
Ode to W. B. Yeats,
upon your words that spill from your pen.
My heart yarns for such passions,
that your ink can reveal.


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