W.B.Yeats - HE TELLS OF A VALLEY

The Wind Among the Reeds

HE TELLS OF A VALLEY FULL OF LOVERS

I DREAMED that I stood in a valley, and amid sighs,
For happy lovers passed two by two where I stood;
And I dreamed my lost love came stealthily out of the wood
With her cloud-pale eyelids falling on dream-dimmed eyes:
I cried in my dream, O i{women, bid the young men lay}
i{Their heads on your knees, and drown their eyes with your fair,}
i{Or remembering hers they will find no other face fair}
i{Till all the valleys of the world have been withered away.}