Page:The Land of Heart's Desire, Yeats, 1894.djvu/30

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Good daughter, take his hand—by love alone

God binds us to Himself and to the hearth

And shuts us from the waste beyond His peace,

From maddening freedom and bewildering light.

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Would that the world were mine to give it you

With every quiet hearth and barren waste,

The maddening freedom of its woods and tides,

And the bewildering lights upon its hills.

Then I would take and break it in my hands

To see you smile watching it crumble away.

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Then I would mould a world of fire and dew

With no one bitter, grave, or over wise,

And nothing marred or old to do you wrong.

And crowd the enraptured quiet of the sky

With candles burning to your lonely face.