{"id":476,"date":"2017-04-03T19:36:16","date_gmt":"2017-04-03T19:36:16","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.robgoll.com\/content\/?p=476"},"modified":"2017-04-03T19:42:41","modified_gmt":"2017-04-03T19:42:41","slug":"the-indian-to-his-love-william-butler-yeats-poem","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.robgoll.com\/content\/audio-recordings\/the-indian-to-his-love-william-butler-yeats-poem\/","title":{"rendered":"The Indian to His Love \u2014 William Butler Yeats (Poem)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Poem 93 - 100 days of poetry<br \/>\n<iframe loading=\"lazy\" title=\"The Indian To His Love - Poem By William Butler Yeats by Rob Goll\" width=\"525\" height=\"400\" scrolling=\"no\" frameborder=\"no\" src=\"https:\/\/w.soundcloud.com\/player\/?visual=true&url=https%3A%2F%2Fapi.soundcloud.com%2Ftracks%2F315936386&show_artwork=true&maxheight=788&maxwidth=525\"><\/iframe><br \/>\nThe island dreams under the dawn<br \/>\nAnd great boughs drop tranquillity;<br \/>\nThe peahens dance on a smooth lawn,<br \/>\nA parrot sways upon a tree,<br \/>\nRaging at his own image in the enamelled sea.<!--more--><\/p>\n<p>Here we will moor our lonely ship<br \/>\nAnd wander ever with woven hands,<br \/>\nMurmuring softly lip to lip,<br \/>\nAlong the grass, along the sands,<br \/>\nMurmuring how far away are the unquiet lands:<\/p>\n<p>How we alone of mortals are<br \/>\nHid under quiet bows apart,<br \/>\nWhile our love grows an Indian star,<br \/>\nA meteor of the burning heart,<br \/>\nOne with the tide that gleams, the wings that gleam and dart,<br \/>\nThe heavy boughs, the burnished dove<br \/>\nThat moans and sighs a hundred days:<br \/>\nHow when we die our shades will rove,<br \/>\nWhen eve has hushed the feathered ways,<br \/>\nWith vapoury footsole among the water's drowsy blaze.<\/p>\n<ul class=\"ssb_list_wrapper\"><li class=\"fb2\" style=\"width:135px\"><iframe src=\"\/\/www.facebook.com\/plugins\/like.php?href=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.robgoll.com%2Fcontent%2Faudio-recordings%2Fthe-indian-to-his-love-william-butler-yeats-poem%2F&amp;layout=button_count&amp;action=like&amp;show_faces=false&amp;share=true&amp;width=135&amp;height=21&amp;appId=307091639398582\" scrolling=\"no\" frameborder=\"0\" style=\"border:none; 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