{"collection":"Northern European Mythology","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/neu/yeats/lpy/lpy034.htm","path":"neu/yeats/lpy/lpy034.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/neu/yeats/lpy/lpy034.htm","text":"O, WOMEN, kneeling by your altar rails long hence,\n When songs I wove for my beloved hide the prayer,\n And smoke from this dead heart drifts through the violet air\n And covers away the smoke of myrrh and frankincense;\n Bend down and pray for all that sin I wove in song,\n Till the Attorney for Lost Souls cry her sweet cry,\n And call to my beloved and me: \"No longer fly\n Amid the hovering, piteous, penitential throng.\"","title":"Later Poems of Yeats: The Wind Among the Reeds (1899): A Lover Speaks to the Hearers of his Songs in Coming Days","type":"page"}