Her Dream

William Butler Yeats

I dreamed as in my bed I lay,
All night’s fathomless wisdom come,
That I had shorn my locks away
And laid them on Love’s lettered tomb:
But something bore them out of sight
In a great tumult of the air,
And after nailed upon the night
Berenice’s burning hair.

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• William Butler Yeats : High Talk
• William Butler Yeats : His Bargain
• William Butler Yeats : His Confidence
• William Butler Yeats : His Dream
• William Butler Yeats : His Phoenix
• William Butler Yeats : Hound Voice
• William Butler Yeats : I Am Of Ireland

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• 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
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• William Butler Yeats : He Remembers Forgotten Beauty
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