A Dream Of A Blessed Spirit


β€œTo me, the greatest pleasure of writing is not what it's about, but the music the words make.”

― Truman Capote

A Dream Of A Blessed Spirit

All the heavy days are over;
Leave the body's coloured pride
Underneath the grass and clover,
With the feet laid side by side.
One with her are mirth and duty;
Bear the gold-embroidered dress,
For she needs not her sad beauty,
To the scented oaken press.
Hers the kiss of Mother Mary,
The long hair is on her face;
Still she goes with footsteps wary
Full of earth's old timid grace.
With white feet of angels seven
Her white feet go glimmering;
And above the deep of heaven,
Flame on flame, and wing on wing.

Poem by William Butler Yeats

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