Page:The Land of Heart's Desire, Yeats, 1894.djvu/31

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Your looks are all the candles that I need.

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Once a fly dancing in a beam o' the sun,

Or the light wind blowing out of the dawn,

Could fill your heart with dreams none other knew,

But now the indissoluble sacrament

Has mixed your heart that was most proud and cold

With my warm heart for ever; and sun and moor

Must fade and heaven be rolled up like a scroll;

But your white spirit still walk by my spirit.

For not a power in earth and heaven and hell

Can break this bond binding heart unto heart.

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Did you hear something call? O, guard me close,

Because I have said wicked things to-night.