Young Man's Song Poem by William Butler Yeats
Young Man's Song
'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.
......was nice to read again, this poem was part of the collection - words for music perhaps ★
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. great poem of W.B. Yeats.
Uplift those eyes and throw Those glances unafraid: ..../// beautiful really beautiful poem;
Beat upon the bone! Made clear. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
'And all shall bend the knee To my offended heart Until it pardon me...' What a way to end the poem! Lovely.
And all shall bend the knee To my offended heart Until it pardon me. very good poem of Yeats whose work we studied in the literature classes
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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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.