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I	A
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Her Courtesy	B
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With the old kindness the old distinguished grace	C
She lies her lovely piteous head amid dull red hair	D
propped upon pillows rouge on the pallor of her face	C
She would not have us sad because she is lying there	D
And when she meets our gaze her eyes are laughter lit	E
Her speech a wicked tale that we may vie with her	F
Matching our broken hearted wit against her wit	E
Thinking of saints and of petronius Arbiter	F
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II	A
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Curtain Artist bring her Dolls and Drawings	G
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Bring where our Beauty lies	H
A new modelled doll or drawing	I
With a friend's or an enemy's	J
Features or maybe showing	I
Her features when a tress	K
Of dull red hair was flowing	I
Over some silken dress	K
Cut in the Turkish fashion	L
Or it may be like a boy's	M
We have given the world our passion	L
We have naught for death but toys	M
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III	A
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She turns the Dolls' Faces to the Wall	N
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Because to day is some religious festival	O
They had a priest say Mass and even the Japanese	J
Heel up and weight on toe must face the wall	N
Pedant in passion learned in old courtesies	J
Vehement and witty she had seemed the Venetian lady	B
Who had seemed to glide to some intrigue in her red shoes	P
Her domino her panniered skirt copied from Longhi	B
The meditative critic all are on their toes	Q
Even our Beauty with her Turkish trousers on	R
Because the priest must have like every dog his day	S
Or keep us all awake with baying at the moon	T
We and our dolls being but the world were best away	S
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IV	B
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The End of Day	S
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She is playing like a child	U
And penance is the play	S
Fantastical and wild	U
Because the end of day	S
Shows her that some one soon	T
Will come from the house and say Though play is but half done Come in and leave the play '	-
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V	B
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Her Race	C
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She has not grown uncivil	O
As narrow natures would	V
And called the pleasures evil	O
Happier days thought good	V
She knows herself a woman	L
No red and white of a face	C
Or rank raised from a common	L
Vnreckonable race	C
And how should her heart fail her	F
Or sickness break her will	W
With her dead brother's valour	F
For an example still	W
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VI	B
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Her Courage	X
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When her soul flies to the predestined dancing place	C
I have no speech but symbol the pagan speech I made	Y
Amid the dreams of youth let her come face to face	C
Amid that first astonishment with Grania's shade	Y
All but the terrors of the woodland flight forgot	Z
That made her Diatmuid dear and some old cardinal	O
Pacing with half closed eyelids in a sunny spot	Z
Who had murmured of Giorgione at his latest breath	A2
Aye and Achilles Timor Babar Barhaim all	N
Who have lived in joy and laughed into the face of Death	A2
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VII	B
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Her Friends bring her a Christmas Tree	F
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pardon great enemy	F
Without an angry thought	B2
We've carried in our tree	F
And here and there have bought	Z
Till all the boughs are gay	S
And she may look from the bed	C2
On pretty things that may	S
please a fantastic head	C2
Give her a little grace	C
What if a laughing eye	B
Have looked into your face	C
It is about to die	B

William Butler Yeats

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