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The Ragged Wood


The Ragged Wood

by

William Butler Yeats







O, hurry, where by water, among the trees,



The delicate-stepping stag and his lady sigh,



When they have looked upon their images



Would none had ever loved but you and I!



Or have you heard that sliding silver-shoed



Pale silver-proud queen-woman of the sky,



When the sun looked out of his golden hood?



O, that none ever loved but you and I!







O hurry to the ragged wood, for there



I will drive all those lovers out and cry



O, my share of the world, O, yellow hair!



No one has ever loved but you and I.