booklore— libra simplex
a little bit of literary erudition
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Aedh Laments the Loss of Love
Pale brows, still hands and dim hair,
I had a beautiful friend
And dreamed that the old despair
Would end in love in the end;
She looked in my heart one day
And saw your image there;
She has gone weeping away.
—William Butler Yeats
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