The Lover Mourns for the Loss of Love (Poem by William Butler Yeats)

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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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