Poem

The Lover Mourns For the Loss Of Love By William Butler Yeats

The Lover Mourns For the Loss Of Love By William Butler Yeats
Pale brows, still hands and dim hair,
I had a beautiful friend
And dreamed that the old despair
Would end in love in the end:
She looked in my heart one day
And saw your image was there;
She has gone weeping away.

― By William Butler Yeats

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