Here you will find the Poem A Woman homer Sung of poet William Butler Yeats
IF any man drew near When I was young, I thought, 'He holds her dear,' And shook with hate and fear. But O! 'twas bitter wrong If he could pass her by With an indifferent eye. Whereon I wrote and wrought, And now, being grey, I dream that I have brought To such a pitch my thought That coming time can say, 'He shadowed in a glass What thing her body was.' For she had fiery blood When I was young, And trod so sweetly proud As 'twere upon a cloud, A woman Homer sung, That life and letters seem But an heroic dream.