TO A YOUNG GIRL

by: W. B. Yeats (1865-1939)

      Y dear, my dear, I know
      More than another
      What makes your heart beat so;
      Not even your own mother
      Can know it as I know,
      Who broke my heart for her
      When the wild thought,
      That she denies
      And has forgot,
      Set all her blood astir
      And glittered in her eyes.

"To a Young Girl" is reprinted from The Wild Swans at Coole. W.B. Yeats. New York: Macmillan, 1919.

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