William Butler Yeats

The Results Of Thought

Acquaintance; companion; One dear brilliant woman; The best-endowed, the elect, All by their youth undone, All, all, by that inhuman Bitter glory wrecked. But I have straightened out Ruin, wreck and wrack; I toiled long years and at length Came to so deep a thought I can summon back All their wholesome strength. What images are these That turn dull-eyed away, Or Shift Time's filthy load, Straighten aged knees, Hesitate or stay? What heads shake or nod?

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