Classic and Contemporary Poetry
HE REMEMBERS FORGOTTEN BEAUTY, by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: When my arms wrap you round I press Last Line: Brood her high lonely mysteries. Alternate Author Name(s): Yeats, W. B. Variant Title(s): Michael Robartes Remembers Forgotten Beauty Subject(s): Love | ||||||||
When my arms wrap you round I press My heart upon the loveliness That has long faded from the world; The jewelled crowns that kings have hurled In shadowy pools, when armies fled; The love-tales wove with silken thread By dreaming ladies upon cloth That has made fat the murderous moth; The roses of that old time were Woven by ladies in their hair, The dew-cold lilies ladies bore Through many a sacred corridor Where such gray clouds of incense rose That only gods' eyes did not close: For that pale breast and lingering hand Come from a more dream-heavy land, A more dream-heavy hour than this; And when you sigh from kiss to kiss I hear white Beauty sighing, too, For hours when all must fade like dew, But flame on flame, deep under deep, Throne over throne, where in half sleep, Their swords upon their iron knees, Brood her high lonely mysteries. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE INVENTION OF LOVE by MATTHEA HARVEY TWO VIEWS OF BUSON by ROBERT HASS A LOVE FOR FOUR VOICES: HOMAGE TO FRANZ JOSEPH HAYDN by ANTHONY HECHT AN OFFERING FOR PATRICIA by ANTHONY HECHT LATE AFTERNOON: THE ONSLAUGHT OF LOVE by ANTHONY HECHT A SWEETENING ALL AROUND ME AS IT FALLS by JANE HIRSHFIELD SIXTEEN DEAD MEN by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS |
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