Sunday, May 3, 2009


HAS no one said those daring
Kind eyes should be more learn’d?
Or warned you how despairing
The moths are when they are burned,
I could have warned you, but you are young,
So we speak a different tongue.

O you will take whatever's offered
And dream that all the world's a friend,
Suffer as your mother suffered,
Be as broken in the end.
But I am old and you are young,
And I speak a barbarous tongue.

this is the sequel to the previous poem......through this series of poems yeats beautiful traces the course of life from childhood with it's plenties to youth with it's dreams and dares and age with it's experience and fears.

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