I DREAMED that I stood in a valley, and amid sighs, <br />For happy lovers passed two by two where I stood; <br />And I dreamed my lost love came stealthily out of the wood <br />With her cloud-pale eyelids falling on dream-dimmed eyes: <br />I cried in my dream, O women, bid the young men lay <br />Their heads on your knees, and drown their eyes with your fair, <br />Or remembering hers they will find no other face fair <br />Till all the valleys of the world have been withered away.<br /><br />William Butler Yeats<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/he-tells-of-a-valley-full-of-lovers/
