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.

by William Butler Yeats

Comments (3)

Not the best one of his I have read so far.
......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. - 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.