William Butler Yeats

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

The Fool By The Roadside - Poem by William Butler Yeats

WHEN all works that have
From cradle run to grave
From grave to cradle run instead;
When thoughts that a fool
Has wound upon a spool
Are but loose thread, are but loose thread;
When cradle and spool are past
And I mere shade at last
Coagulate of stuff
Transparent like the wind,
I think that I may find
A faithful love, a faithful love.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 17, 2001

Poem Edited: Thursday, May 17, 2001

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