THE SORROW OF LOVE
William Butler Yeats


The quarrel of the sparrows in the eaves
The full round moon and the star-laden sky
And the loud song of the ever singing leaves
Had hid away earth’s old and weary cry.

And then you came with those red mournful lips
And with you came the whole of world tears,
And all the trouble of her labouring ships,
And all the trouble of her myriad years.

And now the sparrows warring in the eaves,
The curd-pale moon, the white stars in the sky,
And the loud chanting of the unquiet leaves,
Are shaken with earth’s old and weary cry.