The brawling of a sparrow in the eaves,   The brilliant moon and all the milky sky,   And all that famous harmony of leaves,   Had blotted out man’s image and his cry. A girl arose that had red mournful lipsAnd seemed the greatness of the world in tears,   Doomed like Odysseus and the labouring ships   And proud as Priam murdered with […]

The Sorrow of Love, William Butler Yeats