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The Heart of the Woman

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. 

Credit


This poem is in the public domain.

Author


W. B. Yeats

William Butler Yeats, widely considered one of the greatest poets of the English language, received the 1923 Nobel Prize for Literature. His work was greatly influenced by the heritage and politics of Ireland.

Date Published: 1899-01-01

Source URL: https://poets.org/poem/heart-woman-0