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THE ARROW by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS

Poet Analysis

First Line: I THOUGHT OF YOUR BEAUTY, AND THIS ARROW
Last Line: I COULD WEEP THAT THE OLD IS OUT OF SEASON.
Subject(s): BEAUTY; DESIRE;
I thought of your beauty, and this arrow,
Made out of a wild thought, is in my marrow.
There's no man may look upon her, no man,
As when newly grown to be a woman,
Blossom pale, she pulled down the pale blossom
At the moth hour and hid it in her bosom.
This beauty's kinder, yet for a reason
I could weep that the old is out of season.


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