He Wishes His Beloved Were Dead Poem by W.B. Yeats to Download
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He Wishes His Beloved Were Dead Poem – by W.B. Yeats (Text-Version)
Were you but lying cold and dead,
And lights were paling out of the West,
You would come hither, and bend your head,
And I would lay my head on your breast;
And you would murmur tender words,
Forgiving me, because you were dead:
Nor would you rise and hasten away,
Though you have the will of wild birds,
But know your hair was bound and wound
About the stars and moon and sun:
O would, beloved, that you lay
Under the dock-leaves in the ground,
While lights were paling one by one.
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He Wishes His Beloved Were Dead Poem by W.B. Yeats to Download
Download He Wishes His Beloved were Dead Full Poem - PDF
He Wishes His Beloved Were Dead Poem – by W.B. Yeats (Text-Version)
Were you but lying cold and dead,
And lights were paling out of the West,
You would come hither, and bend your head,
And I would lay my head on your breast;
And you would murmur tender words,
Forgiving me, because you were dead:
Nor would you rise and hasten away,
Though you have the will of wild birds,
But know your hair was bound and wound
About the stars and moon and sun:
O would, beloved, that you lay
Under the dock-leaves in the ground,
While lights were paling one by one.