Pity Of Love, The
by: William Butler Yeats (1865 - 1939)
The pity beyond all telling
Is hid in the heart of love:
The folk who are buying and selling
The clouds on their journey above
The cold wet winds ever blowing
And the shadowy hazel grove
Where mouse-gray waters are flowing
Threaten the head that I love.
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Brown Penny
Down By the Salley Gardens
Men Improve With The Years
He Remembers Forgotten Beauty
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