How many loved your moments of glad grace

Can you understand? When I was a boy I was either a child eating bugs or a child being eaten by bugs, but now that I am older am I a man who devours the world or am I a man being devoured by the world? Someone once told Source: The Collected Poems of W. Yeats Born in Dublin, Ireland, William Butler Yeats was an enormously influential poet and playwright, whose work formed a clear link between the Romantic and Modern eras.

How many loved your moments of glad grace, And loved your beauty with love false or true, But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face;. And bending down beside glowing bars, Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled And paced upon the mountains overhead And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.

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