A Song

I THOUGHT no more was needed
Youth to polong
Than dumb-bell and foil
To keep the body young.

O who could have foretold
That thc heart grows old?

Though I have many words,
What woman's satisfied,
I am no longer faint
Because at her side?

O who could have foretold
That the heart grows old?

I have not lost desire
But the heart that I had;
I thOught 'twould burn my body
Laid on the death-bed,

For who could have foretold
That the heart grows old?

by William Butler Yeats

Comments (15)

At her side! ! Thanks for sharing.
For who could have foretold That the heart grows old? No one can foretell the future. Aging is an experience to be lived and enjoyed.
Life unfolds as we walk through it. None of forsee much though it has been there before us and would be there after us. What we experience is the only thing that matters.
Everyone is going to be old and die. Nice poem. Enjoyed.
It would burn the body at death bed but can't burn the soul. A beautiful poem shared. It is nice to be choosen POD.
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