The Folly of Being Comforted

created by ataraxia

(idea) by ataraxia (1.5 y) (print) ? (I like it!) Tue Jul 30 2002 at 14:06:07

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.

William Butler Yeats

Please don't apologize for your identity	Goofus and Gallant	Shall I Compare Thee to a Summer's Day?	The Coming of Wisdom with Time
depression	William Butler Yeats	In praise of older women	Gray hair
spite	April 10, 2006	We, the Damned	Emily Dickinson
Old Age	Heartache	She Dwelt Among the Untrodden Ways	British and Irish Poetry
inglenook	folly

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