The Lady's First Song

William Butler Yeats

I TURN round
Like a dumb beast in a show.
Neither know what I am
Nor where I go,
My language beaten
Into one name;
I am in love
And that is my shame.
What hurts the soul
My soul adores,
No better than a beast
Upon all fours.

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• William Butler Yeats : The Lady's Second Song
• William Butler Yeats : The Lady's Third Song
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• William Butler Yeats : The Lamentation Of The Old Pensioner
• William Butler Yeats : The Leaders Of The Crowd
• William Butler Yeats : The Living Beauty
• William Butler Yeats : The Lover Asks Forgiveness Because Of His Many Moods
• William Butler Yeats : The Lover Mourns For The Loss Of Love
• William Butler Yeats : The Lover Pleads With His Friend For Old Friends
• William Butler Yeats : The Lover Speaks To The Hearers Of His Songs In Coming Days

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• William Butler Yeats : The Host Of The Air
• William Butler Yeats : The Heart Of The Woman
• William Butler Yeats : The Hawk
• William Butler Yeats : The Harp Of Aengus
• William Butler Yeats : The Happy Townland
• William Butler Yeats : The Gyres