William Butler Yeats

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

The New Faces - Poem by William Butler Yeats

IF you, that have grown old, were the first dead,
Neither catalpa tree nor scented lime
Should hear my living feet, nor would I tread
Where we wrought that shall break the teeth of Time.
Let the new faces play what tricks they will
In the old rooms; night can outbalance day,
Our shadows rove the garden gravel still,
The living seem more shadowy than they.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 17, 2001

Poem Edited: Thursday, May 17, 2001


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