And slowly read, and dream of the soft look


Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep; —W. B. Yeats
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
—W. B. Yeats

2 responses to “And slowly read, and dream of the soft look”

    • Maud wrote to Yeats, “You make beautiful poetry out of what you call your unhappiness, and are happy in that. Marriage would be such a dull affair. Poets should never marry. The world should thank me for not marrying you.” I suppose she valued art over happiness.

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