ALL things can tempt me from this craft of verse: <br />One time it was a woman's face, or worse -- <br />The seeming needs of my fool-driven land; <br />Now nothing but comes readier to the hand <br />Than this accustomed toil. When I was young, <br />I had not given a penny for a song <br />Did not the poet Sing it with such airs <br />That one believed he had a sword upstairs; <br />Yet would be now, could I but have my wish, <br />Colder and dumber and deafer than a fish.<br /><br />William Butler Yeats<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/all-things-can-tempt-me/
