I HAVE drunk ale from the Country of the Young <br />And weep because I know all things now: <br />I have been a hazel-tree, and they hung <br />The Pilot Star and the Crooked Plough <br />Among my leaves in times out of mind: <br />I became a rush that horses tread: <br />I became a man, a hater of the wind, <br />Knowing one, out of all things, alone, that his head <br />May not lie on the breast nor his lips on thc hair <br />Of the woman that he loves, until he dies. <br />O beast of the wilderness, bird of the air, <br />Must I endure your amorous cries?<br /><br />William Butler Yeats<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/he-thinks-of-his-past-greatness-when-a-part-of-t/
