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Yeats [by George Charles Beresford, 1911]

The Folly of Being Comforted
by William Butler Yeats
from In the Seven Woods (1904)


One that is ever kind said yesterday:
`Your well-belovéd’s hair has threads of grey,
And little shadows come about her eyes;
Time can but make it easier to be wise
Though now it seems impossible, and so
All that you need is patience.’ 
                                                 Heart cries, `No,
I have not a crumb of comfort, not a grain.
Time can but make her beauty over again:
Because of that great nobleness of hers
The fire that stirs about her, when she stirs,
Burns but more clearly. O she had not these ways
When all the wild summer was in her gaze.

O heart! O heart! If she’d but turn her head,
You’d know the folly of being comforted.
 


 


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