William Butler Yeats

(13 June 1865 – 28 January 1939 / County Dublin / Ireland)

Peace


AH, that Time could touch a form
That could show what Homer's age
Bred to be a hero's wage.
'Were not all her life but storm
Would not painters paint a form
Of such noble lines,' I said,
'Such a delicate high head,
All that sternness amid charm,
All that sweetness amid strength?'
Ah, but peace that comes at length,
Came when Time had touched her form.

Submitted: Tuesday, May 15, 2001
Edited: Tuesday, May 15, 2001

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