Poem by William Butler Yeats

Words

I HAD this thought a while ago,
'My darling cannot understand
What I have done, or what would do
In this blind bitter land.'
And I grew weary of the sun
Until my thoughts cleared up again,
Remembering that the best I have done
Was done to make it plain;
That every year I have cried, 'At length
My darling understands it all,
Because I have come into my strength,
And words obey my call';
That had she done so who can say
What would have shaken from the sieve?
I might have thrown poor words away
And been content to live. 

1. The Rose of Battle
2. The Lover Tells of the Rose in His Heart
3. The Rose of the World
4. For Anne Gregory
5. The Rose of Peace

Ella Wilcox Words ("Words are great forces in the realm of life")

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