Peace Poem by William Butler Yeats
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.
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10/14/2024 2:20:20 AM # 1.0.0
The poem deals with the sublime in an equally sublime way.