(13 June 1865 – 28 January 1939 / County Dublin / Ireland)

A Dream Of Death

I DREAMED that one had died in a strange place
Near no accustomed hand,
And they had nailed the boards above her face,
The peasants of that land,
Wondering to lay her in that solitude,
And raised above her mound
A cross they had made out of two bits of wood,
And planted cypress round;
And left her to the indifferent stars above
Until I carved these words:
i{She was more beautiful than thy first love,}
i{But now lies under boards.}

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Death never leaves anyone whether one is beautiful or not! Indeed this tribute is more lasting than any other thing one can say. This reveals W B Yeats' philosophic depth in this poem!
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The parting lines stands up..Reminding is that being more beautiful than others doesn't spare her from death...All come to pass.. beauty and all that belongs to earth.
" She was more beautiful thy first love But now lies under boards" What a great tribute?
The second line is compact in meaning. A good poem this is though I think I fail to get all out of it. But it gave me a good reading.
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