Collected Poems, by William Butler Yeats

A Song

I THOUGHT no more was needed

Youth to prolong

Than dumb-bell and foil

To keep the body young.

O who could have foretold

That the heart grows old?

Though I have many words,

What woman’s satisfied,

I am no longer faint

Because at her side?

O who could have foretold

That the heart grows old?

I have not lost desire

But the heart that I had;

I thought ’twould burn my body

Laid on the death-bed,

For who could have foretold

That the heart grows old?

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