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,