Young Man's Song
William Butler Yeats
‘She will change,’ I cried. ‘Into a withered crone.’ The heart in my side, That so still had lain, In noble rage replied And beat upon the bone: ‘Uplift those eyes and throw Those glances unafraid: She would as bravely show Did all the fabric fade; No withered crone I saw Before the world was made.’ Abashed by that report, For the heart cannot lie, I knelt in the dirt. And all shall bend the knee To my offended heart Until it pardon me.
Next 10 Poems
- William Butler Yeats : Youth And Age
- Joseph Addison : A Letter From Italy
- Joseph Addison : An Account Of The Greatest English Poets
- Joseph Addison : How Are Thy Servants Blest
- Joseph Addison : Hymn
- Joseph Addison : Lord My Pasture Shall Prepare, The
- Joseph Addison : Ode
- Joseph Addison : On The Lady Manchester
- Joseph Addison : Spacious Firmament On High, The
- Joseph Addison : To Mr. Dryden
Previous 10 Poems
- William Butler Yeats : Words For Music Perhaps
- William Butler Yeats : Words
- William Butler Yeats : Wisdom
- William Butler Yeats : Why Should Not Old Men Be Mad?
- William Butler Yeats : Who Goes With Fergus?
- William Butler Yeats : Where My Books Go
- William Butler Yeats : When You Are Old
- William Butler Yeats : When Helen Lived
- William Butler Yeats : What Was Lost
- William Butler Yeats : What Then?