...lonely melody. Come near, that no more blinded by man's fate, I find under the boughs of love and hate, In all poor foolish things that live a day, Eternal Beauty wandering on her way. Come near, come near, come near — Ah, leave me still A little space for the rose-breath to fill !...

...lonely melody. Come near, that no more blinded by man's fate, I find under the boughs of love and hate, In all poor foolish things that live a day, Eternal Beauty wandering on her way. Come near, come near, come near — Ah, leave me still A little space for the rose-breath to fill I...

...ways: ******* Come near, that no more blinded by man's fate, I find under the boughs of love and hate, In all poor foolish things that live a day, Eternal beauty wandering on her way. "Aedth Tells of the Rose in His Heart" f comes from a feeling the opposite of that of the poems whose...

...lovely melody. Come near, that no more blinded by man's fate, I find under the boughs of love and hate, In all poor foolish things that live a day, Eternal beauty, wandering on her way. Come near, come near, come near — Ah, leave me still A little space for the rose-breath to fill!...

...lonely melody. Come near, that no more blinded by man's fate, I find under the boughs of love and hate, In all poor foolish things that live a day, Eternal beauty wandering on her way. 155 Come near, come near, come near — Ah, leave me still A little space for the rose-breath to fill...

...lonely melody. Come near, that no more blinded by man's fate, I find under the boughs of love and hate, In all poor foolish things that live a day, Eternal beauty wandering on her way. Come near, come near, come near — Ah, leave me still A little space for the rose-breath to fill !...

...lonely melody. Come near, that no more blinded by man's fate, I find under the boughs of love and hate, In all poor foolish things that live a day, Eternal beauty wandering on her way. 165 Come near, come near, come near — Ah, leave me still A little space for the rose-breath to fill!...

...beauty is all the more haunting to him, since he has learned to catch glimpses of it in everything, In all poor foolish things that live a day, Eternal beauty wandering on her way. Whence the agony of that perpetual illusion of possessing and losing which wrings from him the cry,...

...near : — " Come near, that no more blinded by moving fate, I find under the boughs of love and hate, In all poor foolish things that live a day, Eternal Beauty wandering on her way." In Irish legend and history Mr Yeats has found the same kind of witchery, the same kind of symbolism...

...exchanged one form of tyranny for another, after all. CHAPTER III "I find, under the bows of love and hate, In all poor foolish things that live a day, Eternal beauty wandering on her way." WB YEATTS. "\X71TH engaging docility Lilamani swallowed her quinine, accepting it, without conviction,...