Brown Penny

I WHISPERED, 'I am too young,'
And then, 'I am old enough';
Wherefore I threw a penny
To find out if I might love.
'Go and love, go and love, young man,
If the lady be young and fair.'
Ah, penny, brown penny, brown penny,
I am looped in the loops of her hair.
O love is the crooked thing,
There is nobody wise enough
To find out all that is in it,
For he would be thinking of love
Till the stars had run away
And the shadows eaten the moon.
Ah, penny, brown penny, brown penny,
One cannot begin it too soon.

by William Butler Yeats

Comments (2)

Another wonderful poem, carrying a strong message. I've read lots of your poems, and in my opinion, you're a great poem. Please keep writing!
A lovely tribute to those who have sacrificed their lives for us. Do something with 'place' and 'safe', will you? With warmth, Gina.