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Never Give All The Heart
Never give all the heart, for love
Will hardly seem worth thinking of
To passionate women, if it seem
Certain, and they never dream
That it fades out from kiss to kiss;
For everything that's lovely is
But a brief, dreamy, kind delight.
O never give the heart outright,
For they, for all smooth lips can say,
Have given their hearts up to the play.
And who can play it well enough
If deaf and dumb and blind with love?
He that made this knows all the cost.
For he gave all his heart and lost.
W.B. Yeats
Never give all the heart, for love
Will hardly seem worth thinking of
To passionate women, if it seem
Certain, and they never dream
That it fades out from kiss to kiss;
For everything that's lovely is
But a brief, dreamy, kind delight.
O never give the heart outright,
For they, for all smooth lips can say,
Have given their hearts up to the play.
And who can play it well enough
If deaf and dumb and blind with love?
He that made this knows all the cost.
For he gave all his heart and lost.
W.B. Yeats
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Lovely, lovely stuff.
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Weird, small, small world, eh?
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I'm wondering if you started worrying, in your latest post, about misspellings because I planted the subliminal seed of spelling here.
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i will arise and go now, and go to innisfree,
and a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made;
nine bean-rows will i have there, a hive for the honey-bee,
and live alone in the bee-loud glade.
and i shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
dropping from the veils of morning to where the cricket sings;
there midnight's all a glimmer, and moon a purple glow,
and evening's full of the linnet's wings.
i will arise and go now, for always night and day
i hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
while i stand on the roadway, or on the pavement's grey,
i hear it in the deep heart's core.
- w.b.yeats
[music|clandestine - "innisfree"]