Snippets #50!!! (On Writing & Editing)

WB Yeats Rosa Alchemica

Part 4

I was dancing with an immortal august woman, who had black lilies in her hair, and her dreamy gesture
s seemed laden with a wisdom more profound than the darkness that is 
between star and star, and with a love like the love that breathed upon
the waters; and as we danced on and on, the incense drifted over us
 and round us, covering us away as in the heart of the world, and ages 
seemed to pass, and tempests to awake and perish in the folds of our 
robes and in her heavy hair.



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