He Tells Of The Perfect Beauty
Read 'He Tells Of The Perfect Beauty' by 'William Butler Yeats' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
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.
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