I had a thought for no one's but your ears: That you were beautiful, and that I strove.
To love you in the old high way of love; That it had all seemed happy, and yet we'd grown. As weary–hearted as that hollow moon. By W.B.Yeats
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I had a thought for no one's but your ears: That you were beautiful, and that I strove.
To love you in the old high way of love; That it had all seemed happy, and yet we'd grown. As weary–hearted as that hollow moon. By W.B.Yeats