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A Woman Homer sung (Author: William Butler Yeats)

p.87

1. IF any man drew near
   When I was young,
   I thought, 'He holds her dear,'
   And shook with hate and fear.
   But oh, 'twas bitter wrong
   If he could pass her by
   With an indifferent eye.
2. Whereon I wrote and wrought,
   And now, being grey,
   I dream that I have brought
   To such a pitch my thought
   That coming time can say,
   'He shadowed in a glass
   What thing her body was.'
3. For she had fiery blood
   When I was young,

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   And trod so sweetly proud
   As 'twere upon a cloud,
   A woman Homer sung,
   That life and letters seem
   But an heroic dream.