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W. B. Yeats

W. B. Yeats

His Confidence

Undying love to buy
I wrote upon
The corners of this eye
All wrongs done.
What payment were enough
For undying love?
 
I broke my heart in two
So hard I struck.
What matter? for I know
That out of rock,
Out of a desolate source,
Love leaps upon its course.

#Irish #NobelPrize #XIXCentury #XXCentury

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