William Butler Yeats

He Thinks of Those Who Have Spoken Ill of His Beloved

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Half close your eyelids, loosen your hair,
And dream about the great and their pride;
They have spoken against you everywhere,
But weigh this song with the great and their pride;
I made it out of a mouthful of air,
Their children's children shall say they have lied.

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