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I THOUGHT no more was needed Youth to polong Than dumb-bell and foil To keep the body young.
O who could have foretold That thc heart grows old?
Though I have many words, What woman's satisfied, I am no longer faint Because at her side?
O 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,
For who could have foretold That the heart grows old?
William Butler Yeats
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