A Poem by Yeats

A SONG

I thought no more was

 needed 

Youth to prolong 

Than dumb-bell and foil 

To keep the body young. 

Oh, who could have 

foretold 

That the heart grows old?

Though I have many 

words, 

What woman's satisfied, 

I am no longer faint 

Because at her side? 

Oh, who could have 

foretold 

That the heart grows old?

I have not lost desire 

But the heart that I had, 

I thought 'twould burn my 

body

Laid on the death-bed. 

But who could have 

foretold 

That the heart grows old?

-- W.B. Yeats from his collection, The Wild Swans at Coole