The poem
I dreamed that one had died in a strange place Near no accustomed hand, And they had nailed the boards above her face, The peasants of that land, Wondering to lay her in that solitude, And raised above her mound A cross they had made out of two bits of wood, And planted cypress round; And left her to the indifferent stars above Until I carved these words: She was more beautiful than thy first love, But now lies under boards.
this poem...when i read it...it feels like you are speaking about a loved one you lost..it has great depth and i really felt the sorrow coming from within it. if you have any more poems i would love to read them. well done, fantastic poem.
Cassandra
I LUV WILL B. YEATS!!
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