Her Dream

I dreamed as in my bed I lay,
All night's fathomless wisdom come,
That I had shorn my locks away
And laid them on Love's lettered tomb:
But something bore them out of sight
In a great tumult of the air,
And after nailed upon the night
Berenice's burning hair.

by William Butler Yeats

Comments (2)

I wish you would only allow only those with feeling to read / broadcast his poetry. This ladies voice was void of all feeling...
Perfect in poise and satisfies the ethereal elopements