Verse > W.B. Yeats > The Wind Among the Reeds

W.B. Yeats (1865–1939).  The Wind Among the Reeds.  1899.

12. The Heart of the Woman

O WHAT to me the little room 
That was brimmed up with prayer and rest; 
He bade me out into the gloom, 
And my breast lies upon his breast. 
O what to me my mother’s care,         5
The house where I was safe and warm; 
The shadowy blossom of my hair 
Will hide us from the bitter storm. 
O hiding hair and dewy eyes, 
I am no more with life and death,  10
My heart upon his warm heart lies, 
My breath is mixed into his breath. 



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