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

25. Aedh tells of the perfect Beauty


O CLOUD-PALE eyelids, dream-dimmed eyes 
The poets labouring all their days 
To build a perfect beauty in rhyme 
Are overthrown by a woman’s gaze 
And by the unlabouring brood of the skies:         5
And therefore my heart will bow, when dew 
Is dropping sleep, until God burn time, 
Before the unlabouring stars and you. 


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