Aedh Gives His Beloved Certain Rhymes

Fasten your hair with a golden pin,
And bind up every wandering tress;
I bade my heart build these poor rhymes:
It worked at them, day out, day in,
Building a sorrowful loveliness
Out of the battles of old times.

You need but lift a pearl-pale hand,
And bind up your long hair and sigh;
And all men's hearts must burn and beat;
And candle-like foam on the dim sand,
And stars climbing the dew-dropping sky,
Live but to light your passing feet.

by William Butler Yeats

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Stunningly beautiful; the second verse especially is unforgettable. I'd like to dedicate the verse I wrote that follows to the memory of W.B. Yeats: An Abstraction An abstraction Is what people fear; Just hear the poem, Forget the idea. (c) Andrew Hoellering,2009