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HE HEARS THE CRY OF THE SEDGE by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS

Poet Analysis

First Line: I WANDER BY THE EDGE / OF THIS DESOLATE LAKE
Last Line: OF YOUR BELOVED IN SLEEP.
I wander by the edge
Of this desolate lake
Where wind cries in the sedge:
Until the axle break
That keeps the stars in their round,
And hands hurl in the deep
The banners of East and West,
And the girdle of light is unbound,
Your breast will not lie by the breast
Of your beloved in sleep.


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