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A review by mehitabels
Collected Poems of W.B. Yeats by W.B. Yeats
4.0
"Hearing him groan and stretch
The doll-maker's wife is aware
Her husband has heard the wretch,
And crouched by the arm of his chair,
She murmurs into his ear
Head upon shoulder leant:
'My dear, my dear, O dear,
It was an accident.' "
The doll-maker's wife is aware
Her husband has heard the wretch,
And crouched by the arm of his chair,
She murmurs into his ear
Head upon shoulder leant:
'My dear, my dear, O dear,
It was an accident.' "