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W. B. Yeats

W. B. Yeats

To a Young Girl

MY dear, my dear, I know
More than another
What makes your heart beat so;
Not even your own mother
Can know it as I know,
Who broke my heart for her
When the wild thought,
That she denies
And has forgot,
Set all her blood astir
And glittered in her eyes.

#Irish #NobelPrize #XIXCentury #XXCentury

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