Perhaps it may turn out a sang,
Perhaps turn out a sermon.

-- R. Burns Epistle to a Young Friend

Thursday, February 20, 2014

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

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