The Heart of the Woman (by William Butler Yeats)

Yeats [by George Charles Beresford, 1911]
The Heart of the Woman
by William Butler Yeats
from The Wind Among the Reeds (1899)
O what to me the little room
That was brimmed up with prayer and rest;
He bade me out into the gloom,
And my breast lies upon his breast.
O what to me my mother's care,
The house where I was safe and warm;
The shadowy blossom of my hair
Will hide us from the bitter storm.
O hiding hair and dewy eyes,
I am no more with life and death,
My heart upon his warm heart lies,
My breath is mixed into his breath.
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