William Butler Yeats

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

The Choice - Poem by William Butler Yeats

The intellect of man is forced to choose
perfection of the life, or of the work,
And if it take the second must refuse
A heavenly mansion, raging in the dark.
When all that story's finished, what's the news?
In luck or out the toil has left its mark:
That old perplexity an empty purse,
Or the day's vanity, the night's remorse.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 17, 2001

Poem Edited: Thursday, May 17, 2001

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