SOME may have blamed you that you took away <br />The verses that could move them on the day <br />When, the ears being deafened, the sight of the eyes blind <br />With lightning, you went from me, and I could find <br />Nothing to make a song about but kings, <br />Helmets, and swords, and half-forgotten things <br />That were like memories of you -- but now <br />We'll out, for the world lives as long ago; <br />And while we're in our laughing, weeping fit, <br />Hurl helmets, crowns, and swords into the pit. <br />But, dear, cling close to me; since you were gone, <br />My barren thoughts have chilled me to the bone.<br /><br />William Butler Yeats<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/reconciliation-3/
