Her Anxiety

William Butler Yeats

Earth in beauty dressed
Awaits returning spring.
All true love must die,
Alter at the best
Into some lesser thing.
Prove that I lie.

Such body lovers have,
Such exacting breath,
That they touch or sigh.
Every touch they give,
Love is nearer death.
Prove that I lie.

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• William Butler Yeats : His Bargain
• William Butler Yeats : His Confidence
• William Butler Yeats : His Dream
• William Butler Yeats : His Phoenix
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• William Butler Yeats : He Wishes His Beloved Were Dead
• William Butler Yeats : He Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven
• William Butler Yeats : He Thinks Of Those Who Have Spoken Evil Of His Beloved
• William Butler Yeats : He Thinks Of His Past Greatness When A Part Of The Constellations Of Heaven
• William Butler Yeats : He Tells Of The Perfect Beauty
• William Butler Yeats : He Tells Of A Valley Full Of Lovers
• William Butler Yeats : He Reproves The Curlew
• William Butler Yeats : He Remembers Forgotten Beauty
• William Butler Yeats : He Rembers Forgotten Beauty
• William Butler Yeats : He Mourns For The Change That Has Come Upon Him And His Beloved, And Longs For The End Of The World