W.B. Yeats (1865–1939). The Wind Among the Reeds. 1899.
21. The Cap and Bells
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The garden had fallen still;
He bade his soul rise upward
And stand on her window-sill.
When owls began to call:
It had grown wise-tongued by thinking
Of a quiet and light footfall;
She rose in her pale night gown;
She drew in the heavy casement
And pushed the latches down.
When the owls called out no more;
In a red and quivering garment
It sang to her through the door.
Of a flutter of flower-like hair;
But she took up her fan from the table
And waved it off on the air.
‘I will send them to her and die;’
And when the morning whitened
He left them where she went by.
Under a cloud of her hair,
And her red lips sang them a love song:
Till stars grew out of the air.
And the heart and the soul came through,
To her right hand came the red one,
To her left hand came the blue.
A chattering wise and sweet,
And her hair was a folded flower
And the quiet of love in her feet.