The Sorrow Of Love

THE brawling of a sparrow in the eaves,
The brilliant moon and all the milky sky,
And all that famous harmony of leaves,
Had blotted out man's image and his cry.
A girl arose that had red mournful lips
And seemed the greatness of the world in tears,
Doomed like Odysseus and the labouring ships
And proud as Priam murdered with his peers;
Arose, and on the instant clamorous eaves,
A climbing moon upon an empty sky,
And all that lamentation of the leaves,
Could but compose man's image and his cry.

by William Butler Yeats

Comments (15)

The pangs of love marvelously woven in a beautiful verse that is rich in rhythm and rhyme.
The brilliant moon and all the milky sky, And all that famous harmony of leaves, Had blotted out man's image and his cry. A girl arose that had red mournful lips And seemed the greatness of the world in tears... A superb creation of poetry. I enjoyed readng it.
terrific imaginary poem.........i like much...........i always love you
I love this poem! My favorite of Yeats, but this is the wrong version- not at all like the one I had read in an anthology, and not nearly so beautiful.
............the sorrows of love is a beautiful rhyming poem ★
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