One that is ever kind said yesterday:
'Your well-beloved's hair has threads of grey,
And little shadows come about her eyes;
Time can but make it easier to be wise
Though now it seems impossible, and so
All that you need is patience.'
Heart cries, 'No,
I have not a crumb of comfort, not a grain.
Time can but make her beauty over again:
Because of that great nobleness of hers
The fire that stirs about her, when she stirs,
Burns but more clearly. O she had not these ways
When all the wild Summer was in her gaze.'
Heart! O heart! if she'd but turn her head,
You'd know the folly of being comforted.
The Folly Of Being Comforted
William Butler Yeats
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Poem topics: beauty, fire, hair, summer, head, wild, wise, great, patience, gaze, impossible, comfort, yesterday, time, heart, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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