William Butler Yeats

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

The Living Beauty - Poem by William Butler Yeats

I BADE, because the wick and oil are spent
And frozen are the channels of the blood,
My discontented heart to draw content
From beauty that is cast out of a mould
In bronze, or that in dazzling marble appears,
Appears, but when wc have gone is gone again,
Being more indifferent to our solitude
Than 'twere an apparition. O heart, we are old;
The living beauty is for younger men:
We cannot pay its rribute of wild tears.


Comments about The Living Beauty by William Butler Yeats

  • (12/7/2017 7:24:00 AM)


    there are two typos in The Living Beauty:

    rribute
    but when wc have gone
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  • (11/28/2017 11:59:00 AM)


    Check for typos. wc for we rribute for tribute (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 17, 2001



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