William Butler Yeats (Уильям Батлер Йейтс)

Young Man’s Song

'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. 

William Butler Yeats’s other poems:

  1. In Memory of Alfred Pollexfen
  2. Under Ben Bulben
  3. To Be Carved on a Stone at Ballylee
  4. The Municipal Gallery Revisited
  5. Maid Quiet

1313




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