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Crazy Jane Grown Old Looks At The Dancers

I found that ivory image there

Dancing with her chosen youth,

But when he wound her coal-black hair

As though to strangle her, no scream

Or ****** movement did I dare,

Eyes under eyelids did so gleam;

Love is like the lion's tooth.

 

When She, and though some said she played

I said that she had danced heart's truth,

Drew a knife to strike him dead,

I could but leave him to his fate;

For no matter what is said

They had all that had their hate;

Love is like the lion's tooth.

 

Did he die or did she die?

Seemed to die or died they both?

God be with the times when I

Cared not a thraneen for what chanced

So that I had the limbs to try

Such a dance as there was danced -

Love is like the lion's tooth.

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William Butler Yeats
1865-1939 / Male / Irish
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