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Her Anxiety By W B Yeats
While I was coming back from work I read this beautiful peom on one of the London Underground tubes and would like to share it with you.
HER ANXTIETY
Earth in beauty dressed
Awaits returning spring.
All true love must die,
Alter at the best
Into some lesser thing.
Prove that I lie.
Such body lovers have,
Such exacting breath,
That they touch or sigh.
Every touch they give,
Love is nearer death.
Prove that I lie.
William Butler Yeats
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