William Butler Yeats

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

Young Man's Song - Poem by William Butler Yeats

'She will change,' I cried.
'Into a withered crone.'
The heart in my side,
That so still had lain,
In noble rage replied
And beat upon the bone:

'Uplift those eyes and throw
Those glances unafraid:
She would as bravely show
Did all the fabric fade;
No withered crone I saw
Before the world was made.'

Abashed by that report,
For the heart cannot lie,
I knelt in the dirt.
And all shall bend the knee
To my offended heart
Until it pardon me.


Comments about Young Man's Song by William Butler Yeats

  • (4/5/2016 10:22:00 AM)


    ......was nice to read again, this poem was part
    of the collection - words for music perhaps ★
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  • Fabrizio Frosini (12/30/2015 7:58:00 AM)


    Abashed by that report,
    For the heart cannot lie,
    I knelt in the dirt.
    And all shall bend the knee
    To my offended heart
    Until it pardon me.

    - Italian:

    Confuso da tale resoconto,
    Poiché il cuore non può mentire,
    Mi inginocchiai al suolo.
    E tutti devono piegare il ginocchio
    Al mio cuore offeso
    Fino a quando non mi perdoni.
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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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