for William Butler Yeats
I dreamed we had been lifted aloft by doves
above the treachery of earth
and the sky was a valentine
where we sang:
Eternal love has reprieved us from suffering
gone were the bells tolling for lost time
and the compline of starshine
flowered in the breeze and the evening wept
small tears like seeded pearls
and we had forgotten the turmoil of the world
as though it had not been
and war slept on
through a thousand thousand snows.
while at the Centre shone
the rood of the Rose.
mary angela douglas 26 july 2023
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