Bedraggled Couture - Art

But the young queen would not listen; She rose in her pale night-gown; She drew in the heavy casement And pushed the latches down. He bade his heart go to her, When the owls called out no more; In a red and quivering garment it sang to her through the door. William Butler Yeats

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