O what to me the little room
That was brimmed up with prayer and rest;
He bade me out into the gloom,
And my breast lies upon his breast.
O what to me my mother's care,
The house where I was safe and warm;
The shadowy blossom of my hair
Will hide us from the bitter storm.
O hiding hair and dewy eyes,
I am no more with life and death,
My heart upon his warm heart lies,
My breath is mixed into his breath.
The Heart Of The Woman
William Butler Yeats
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Poem topics: death, house, life, mother, room, storm, hide, bitter, prayer, breath, hair, heart, warm, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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