The Travail Of Passion

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Title:     The Travail Of Passion
Author: William Butler Yeats [More Titles by Yeats]

When the flaming lute-thronged angelic door is wide;
When an immortal passion breathes in mortal clay;
Our hearts endure the scourge, the plaited thorns, the way
Crowded with bitter faces, the wounds in palm and side,
The hyssop-heavy sponge, the flowers by Kidron stream:
We will bend down and loosen our hair over you,
That it may drop faint perfume, and be heavy with dew,
Lilies of death-pale hope, roses of passionate dream.

[The end]
William Butler Yeats's poem: Travail Of Passion

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