The Pity Of Love

William Butler Yeats

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A 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-grey waters are flowing,
Threaten the head that I love.

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Comments1
  • Astrayuga

    Wow, this made me feel all sort of emotions. So simple yet so deep. Really touched my heart. You feel the sorrow and undying devotion in every line. it's sad but beautiful at the same time. in fact, It's something I can't really put into words.