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W.B. Yeats (1865–1939). The Wind Among the Reeds. 1899.

25. Aedh tells of the perfect Beauty

O CLOUD-PALE eyelids, dream-dimmed eyes

The poets labouring all their days

To build a perfect beauty in rhyme

Are overthrown by a woman’s gaze

And by the unlabouring brood of the skies:

And therefore my heart will bow, when dew

Is dropping sleep, until God burn time,

Before the unlabouring stars and you.