The White Birds（1 / 2）

Willia Butler Yeats

I would that we were, y beloved, white birds on the foa of the sea!

We tire of the f of the teor, before itfade and flee;

And the f of the be star of ilight, hung low on the ri of the sky,

Has awakedour hearts, y beloved, a sadhat ay not die.

A wearess es fro those drears, dew-dabbled, the lily and rose;

Ah, drea not of the, y beloved, the f of the teor that goes,