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Yeats [by George Charles Beresford, 1911]

The Lover Speaks to the Hearers of His Songs in Coming Days
by William Butler Yeats
from The Wind Among the Reeds (London: Elkin Mathews, 1899)


O women, kneeling by your altar-rails long hence,
When songs I wove for my beloved hide the prayer,
And smoke from this dead heart drifts through the violet air
And covers away the smoke of myrrh and frankincense;
Bend down and pray for all that sin I wove in song,
Till the Attorney for Lost Souls cry her sweet cry,
And.call to my beloved and me: ‘No longer fly
Amid the hovering, piteous, penitential throng.’ 

  
  

 
 


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