[00:00.01]The Heart Of The Woman
[00:02.00]by W.B.Yeats
[00:04.10]O WHAT to me the little room
[00:07.50]That was brimmed up with prayer and rest;
[00:09.84]He bade me out into the gloom,
[00:12.84]And my breast lies upon his breast.
[00:16.66]O what to me my mother’s care,
[00:20.90]The house where I was safe and warm;
[00:24.10]The shadowy blossom of my hair
[00:27.26]Will hide us from the bitter storm.
[00:29.30]O hiding hair and dewy eyes,
[00:34.48]I am no more with life and death,
[00:37.49]My heart upon his warm heart lies,
[00:42.43]My breath is mixed into his breath.