The Lady's Second Song

William Butler Yeats

WHAT sort of man is coming
To lie between your feet?
What matter, we are but women.
Wash; make your body sweet;
I have cupboards of dried fragrance.
I can strew the sheet.
i{The Lord have mercy upon us.}

He shall love my soul as though
Body were not at all,
He shall love your body
Untroubled by the soul,
Love cram love's two divisions
Yet keep his substance whole.
i{The Lord have mercy upon us.}

Soul must learn a love that is
proper to my breast,
Limbs a Love in common
With every noble beast.
If soul may look and body touch,
Which is the more blest?
i{The Lord have mercy upon us.}

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• William Butler Yeats : The Lake Isle Of Innisfree
• William Butler Yeats : The Lamentation Of The Old Pensioner
• William Butler Yeats : The Leaders Of The Crowd
• William Butler Yeats : The Living Beauty
• William Butler Yeats : The Lover Asks Forgiveness Because Of His Many Moods
• William Butler Yeats : The Lover Mourns For The Loss Of Love
• William Butler Yeats : The Lover Pleads With His Friend For Old Friends
• William Butler Yeats : The Lover Speaks To The Hearers Of His Songs In Coming Days
• William Butler Yeats : The Lover Tells Of The Rose In His Heart

Previous 10 Poems

• William Butler Yeats : The Lady's First Song
• William Butler Yeats : The Indian Upon God
• William Butler Yeats : The Indian To His Love
• William Butler Yeats : The Hour Before Dawn
• William Butler Yeats : The Hosting Of The Sidhe
• William Butler Yeats : The Host Of The Air
• William Butler Yeats : The Heart Of The Woman
• William Butler Yeats : The Hawk
• William Butler Yeats : The Harp Of Aengus
• William Butler Yeats : The Happy Townland