The Pity Of Love
Read 'The Pity Of Love' by 'William Butler Yeats' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
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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