O HURRY where by water among the trees <br />The delicate-stepping stag and his lady sigh, <br />When they have but looked upon their images -- <br />Would none had ever loved but you and I! <br />Or have you heard that sliding silver-shoed <br />Pale silver-proud queen-woman of the sky, <br />When the sun looked out of his golden hood? -- <br />O that none ever loved but you and I! <br />O hurty to the ragged wood, for there <br />I will drive all those lovers out and cry -- <br />O my share of the world, O yellow hair! <br />No one has ever loved but you and I.<br /><br />William Butler Yeats<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-ragged-wood/
