Mariana Mas Books | POETRY THURSDAY // W.B. Yeats // Ephemera @marianamasbooks | Uploaded January 2022 | Updated October 2024, 4 hours ago.
Poetry Thursday was started in Booktube by Bits of Lit: youtube.com/channel/UCZ0W29lsDyNkU0HIhcwDojQ
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THE POEM:
Ephemera by WB Yeats
'Your eyes that once were never weary of mineAre bowed in sorrow under pendulous lids,Because our love is waning.'
And then she:'Although our love is waning, let us standBy the lone border of the lake once more,Together in that hour of gentlenessWhen the poor tired child, Passion, falls asleep:How far away the stars seem, and how farIs our first kiss, and ah, how old my heart!'
Pensive they paced along the faded leaves,While slowly he whose hand held hers replied:'Passion has often worn our wandering hearts.'
The woods were round them, and the yellow leavesFell like faint meteors in the gloom, and onceA rabbit old and lame limped down the path;Autumn was over him: and now they stoodOn the lone border of the lake once more:Turning, he saw that she had thrust dead leavesGathered in silence, dewy as her eyes,In bosom and hair.
'Ah, do not mourn,' he said,'That we are tired, for other loves await us;Hate on and love through unripining hours.Before us lies eternity; our soulsAre love, and a continual farewell.'
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SONG MENTIONED:
Featherstone, The Paper Kites: youtu.be/M0IDiVQxZYg
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ME, ELSEWHERE:
Twitter: @MarianaMasBooks
The Storygraph: @marianamasbooks
Poetry Thursday was started in Booktube by Bits of Lit: youtube.com/channel/UCZ0W29lsDyNkU0HIhcwDojQ
***
THE POEM:
Ephemera by WB Yeats
'Your eyes that once were never weary of mineAre bowed in sorrow under pendulous lids,Because our love is waning.'
And then she:'Although our love is waning, let us standBy the lone border of the lake once more,Together in that hour of gentlenessWhen the poor tired child, Passion, falls asleep:How far away the stars seem, and how farIs our first kiss, and ah, how old my heart!'
Pensive they paced along the faded leaves,While slowly he whose hand held hers replied:'Passion has often worn our wandering hearts.'
The woods were round them, and the yellow leavesFell like faint meteors in the gloom, and onceA rabbit old and lame limped down the path;Autumn was over him: and now they stoodOn the lone border of the lake once more:Turning, he saw that she had thrust dead leavesGathered in silence, dewy as her eyes,In bosom and hair.
'Ah, do not mourn,' he said,'That we are tired, for other loves await us;Hate on and love through unripining hours.Before us lies eternity; our soulsAre love, and a continual farewell.'
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SONG MENTIONED:
Featherstone, The Paper Kites: youtu.be/M0IDiVQxZYg
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ME, ELSEWHERE:
Twitter: @MarianaMasBooks
The Storygraph: @marianamasbooks
