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Wednesday, June 13, 2007

W.B. Yeats

Irish Poet William Butler Yeats was born on this day in 1865.

The Arrow

I THOUGHT of your beauty, and this arrow,
Made out of a wild thought, is in my marrow.
There’s no man may look upon her, no man,
As when newly grown to be a woman,
Tall and noble but with face and bosom
Delicate in colour as apple blossom.
This beauty’s kinder, yet for a reason
I could weep that the old is out of season.

Author: William Butler Yeats
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