O cloud-pale eyelids, dream-dimmed eyes
The poets labouring all their days
To build a perfect beauty in rhyme
Are overthrown by a woman's gaze
And by the unlabouring brood of the skies:
And therefore my heart will bow, when dew
Is dropping sleep, until God burn time,
Before the unlabouring stars and you.
Aedh Tells Of The Perfect Beauty
William Butler Yeats
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Poem topics: beauty, cloud, dream, god, heart, perfect, sleep, time, woman, gaze, rhyme, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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