'Never Give All The Heart' speaks to me the most of the three selections. Yeats is a master of rhyme, meter, imagery, and repetition. This poem exemplifies all these aspects of his poetry and also hits home on the desperation found in the experience of unrequited love. Having gone through it (like most young men do), I know exactly what he is saying. I'm glad those painful lessons are in the past. 😎
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