A pity beyond all telling
Is hid in the heart of love:
The folk who are buying and selling,
The clouds on their journey above,
The cold wet winds ever blowing,
And the shadowy hazel grove
Where mouse-grey waters are flowing,
Threaten the head that I love.

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Poet: William Butler Yeats
Poem: The Pity Of Love
Volume: The Rose
Year: Published/Written in 1893
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