Jan 24, 2009

Stanza for Saturday

"Adam's Curse," Last Stanza
W.B. Yeats

I had a thought for no one's but your ears:
That you were beautiful, and that I strove
To love you in the old high way of love;
That it had all seemed happy, and yet we'd grown
As weary-hearted as that hollow moon.

1 comment:

Able said...

that is the most lovely damn stanza ever put to paper