12. Heart of the Woman, The. Yeats, W. B. 1899. The Wind Among the Reeds

W.B. Yeats (1865–1939). The Wind Among the Reeds. 1899.

12. The Heart of the Woman

O WHAT to me the little room
That was brimmed up with prayer and rest;
He bade me out into the gloom,
And my breast lies upon his breast.

O what to me my mother’s care,	5
The house where I was safe and warm;
The shadowy blossom of my hair
Will hide us from the bitter storm.

O hiding hair and dewy eyes,
I am no more with life and death,	10
My heart upon his warm heart lies,
My breath is mixed into his breath.