Lament
With my lovers, long have I longed for love;
I have not found it with untrue paramours.
My dream has flown as so many doves,
So I forget my hope forevermore.
In past, where once I learned to love a boy,
I was taught to be the beloved betrayed.
Lies can hide in laughter of fairest joy
And with deceit a heart may be unmade.
I have read of love as a wondrous light:
Spurring men to battle, women to war,
Damsels rescued by their shining white knight,
Pure love carrying lovers to the Styx’s shore.
Dream in hand, I lament my love each day
Despite that it was his ruin he did lay.
Lament
Lament
Come, heart, where hill is heaped upon hill:
For there the mystical brotherhood
Of sun and moon and hollow and wood
And river and stream work out their will.
W. B. Yeats, Into the Twilight
For there the mystical brotherhood
Of sun and moon and hollow and wood
And river and stream work out their will.
W. B. Yeats, Into the Twilight
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