Yeats [by George Charles Beresford, 1911]
The Travail of Passion
by William Butler Yeats
from The Wind Among the Reeds (London: Elkin Mathews, 1899
When an immortal passion breathes in mortal clay;
Our hearts endure the scourge, the plaited thorns, the way
Crowded with bitter faces, the wounds in palm and side,
The hyssop-heavy sponge, the flowers by Kedron stream:
We will bend down and loosen our hair over you,
That it may drop faint perfume, and be heavy with dew,
Lilies of death-pale hope, roses of passionate dream.
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