The Heart Of The Woman

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Title:     The Heart Of The Woman
Author: William Butler Yeats [More Titles by Yeats]

O what to me the little room
That was brimmed up with prayer and rest;
He bade me out into the gloom,
And my breast lies upon his breast.

O what to me my mother's care,
The house where I was safe and warm;
The shadowy blossom of my hair
Will hide us from the bitter storm.

O hiding hair and dewy eyes,
I am no more with life and death,
My heart upon his warm heart lies,
My breath is mixed into his breath.

[The end]
William Butler Yeats's poem: Heart Of The Woman

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