The Living Beauty Poem by William Butler Yeats

The Living Beauty

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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 OF THE POEM 07 December 2017

there are two typos in The Living Beauty: rribute but when wc have gone

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W. Wool 28 November 2017

Check for typos. wc for we rribute for tribute

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William Butler Yeats

William Butler Yeats

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