Chosen
The lot of love is chosen. I learnt that much Struggling for an image on the track Of the whirling Zodiac. Scarce did he my body touch, Scarce sank he from the west Or found a subtetranean rest On the maternal midnight of my breast Before I had marked him on his northern way, And seemed to stand although in bed I lay. I struggled with the horror of daybreak, I chose it for my lot! If questioned on My utmost pleasure with a man By some new-married bride, I take That stillness for a theme Where his heart my heart did seem And both adrift on the miraculous stream Where -- wrote a learned astrologer -- The Zodiac is changed into a sphere.
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"The lot of love is chosen. I learnt that much..."
Exploring the themes of classic, William Butler Yeats delivers a powerful performance in "Chosen"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...