As requested by the ever lovely Lillian... Yeats' timeless, gorgeous, and classically romantic poem... some suggest that Yeats may have been ever-so-gently satirizing ye olde chivalrous poetry of yore casting Aedh as a sort of Sir Walter Raleigh of poetry, figuratively spreading his cloak of dreams beneath the female addressee, as Sir Walter was supposed to have laid his cloak over a puddle for Queen Elizabeth I, but I am less cynical and know of his grand (& mostly unrequited love) for beauty and Irish Rev
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