"Rose Of Battle" by William Butler Yeats

[edellin]

Rose of all Roses, Rose of all the World!
The tall thought-woven sails, that flap unfurled
Above the tide of hours, trouble the air,
And God's bell buoyed to be the water's care;
While hushed from fear, or loud with hope, a band
With blown, spray-dabbled hair gather at hand,
Turn if you may from battles never done,
I call, as they go by me one by

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[edellin]

I must agree... I know it will sound somehow weird but the poems I have read by him and especially the Rose Of Battle are so unique. They make me feel like something is so sensual that it even makes my skin feel it. It sounds weird but the words have inspired me and affected so much...