In the quiet whisper of the night,
Where dreams and reality blend,
There lies a love, pure and bright,
A tale that no time can bend.

Yeats, with words so tender,
Painted emotions deep and true,
His love, a radiant splendor,
In verses that the heart construes.

Through the echoes of his rhyme,
We feel the pulse of his desire,
A love that transcends time,
Burning eternally, like a fire.

In every line, a promise kept,
Of a love that never fades,
In Yeats’ poetry, we’ve wept,
For the beauty that love pervades.