The Lover Mourns For The Loss Of Love

The Lover Mourns For The Loss Of Love by William Butler Yeats
Pale brows, still hands and dim hair,
I had a beautiful friend
And dreamed that the old despair
Would end in love in the end:
She looked in my heart one day
And saw your image was there;
She has gone weeping away.

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