Love’s Loneliness, par W. B. Yeats

W. B. Yeats

Love’s Loneliness

Old fathers, great-grandfathers,

Rise as kindred should.

If ever lover’s loneliness

Came where you stood,

Pray that Heaven protect us

That protect your blood.

The mountain throws a shadow,

Thin is the moon’s horn;

What did we remember

Under the ragged thorn?

Dread has followed longing,

And our hearts are torn.

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