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William Butler Yeats

"The folly of being comforted"

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’s hard, till trouble is at an end;
And so be patient, be wise and patient, friend."
But, heart, there is no 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
O heart! O heart! If she'd but turn her head
You'd know the folly of being comforted

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