WHERE had her sweetness gone? <br />What fanatics invent <br />In this blind bitter town, <br />Fantasy or incident <br />Not worth thinking of, <br />put her in a rage. <br />I had forgiven enough <br />That had forgiven old age. <br />All lives that has lived; <br />So much is certain; <br />Old sages were not deceived: <br />Somewhere beyond the curtain <br />Of distorting days <br />Lives that lonely thing <br />That shone before these eyes <br />Targeted, trod like Spring.<br /><br />William Butler Yeats<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/quarrel-in-old-age/
