I AM worn out with dreams; <br />A weather-worn, marble triton <br />Among the streams; <br />And all day long I look <br />Upon this lady's beauty <br />As though I had found in a book <br />A pictured beauty, <br />pleased to have filled the eyes <br />Or the discerning ears, <br />Delighted to be but wise, <br />For men improve with the years; <br />And yet, and yet, <br />Is this my dream, or the truth? <br />O would that we had met <br />When I had my burning youth! <br />But I grow old among dreams, <br />A weather-worn, marble triton <br />Among the streams.<br /><br />William Butler Yeats<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/men-improve-with-the-years/
