The Heart of the Woman
O what to me the little room That was brimmed up with prayer and rest; He bade me out into the gloom, And my breast lies upon his breast. O what to me my mother's care, The house where I was safe and warm; The shadowy blossom of my hair Will hide us from the bitter storm. O hiding hair and dewy eyes, I am no more with life and death, My heart upon his warm heart lies, My breath is mixed into his breath.
The Heart of the Woman - context Summary
Published in 1914
Published in the 1914 collection Responsibilities and Other Poems, Yeats’s "The Heart of the Woman" presents a compact, intimate declaration of feminine surrender and spiritual fusion with a lover. The speaker dismisses domestic comforts and maternal protection in favor of physical and emotional union. The three short stanzas emphasize merging bodies and breaths, framing love as a total, transcendent refuge rather than a biographical incident tied to a particular event in Yeats’s life.
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