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Poem Title:  The Secret Rose

Poem Category:  General Poems

Poet:  William Butler Yeats

Poet Biography: 
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939) was a poet whose influences include The Occult, symbolism and Irish political independance

Far-off, most secret, and inviolate rose,
enfold me in my hour of hours; where those
who sought thee in the holy sepulchre,
or in the wine-vat, dwell beyond the stir
and tumult of defeated dreams; and deep
among pale eyelids, heavy with the sleep
men have named beauty. Thy great leaves enfold
the ancient beards, the helms of ruby and gold
of the crowned magi; and the king whose eyes
saw the pierced hands and rood of elder rise
In Druid vapour and make the torches dim;
till vain frenzy awoke and he died; and him
who met fand walking among flaming dew
by a grey shore where the wind never blew,
and lost the world and emer for a kiss;
and him who drove the gods out of their liss,
and till a hundred moms had flowered red
feasted, and wept the barrows of his dead;
and the proud dreaming king who flung the crown
and sorrow away, and calling bard and clown
dwelt among wine-stained wanderers in deep woods:
and him who sold tillage, and house, and goods,
and sought through lands and islands numberless
until he found, with laughter and with tears,
a woman of so shining loveliness
that men threshed corn at midnight by a tress,
a little stolen tress. I, too, await
the hour of thy great wind of love and hate.
When shall the stars be blown about the sky,
like the sparks blown out of a smithy, and die?
surely thine hour has come, thy great wind blows,
far-off, most secret, and inviolate Rose?

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