Aedh Tells Of The Perfect Beauty

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Title:     Aedh Tells Of The Perfect Beauty
Author: William Butler Yeats [More Titles by Yeats]

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.

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William Butler Yeats's poem: Aedh Tells Of The Perfect Beauty

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