A STRANGE thing surely that my Heart, when love had come unsought <br />Upon the Norman upland or in that poplar shade, <br />Should find no burden but itself and yet should be worn out. <br />It could not bear that burden and therefore it went mad.<br /><br />William Butler Yeats<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/owen-aherne-and-his-dancers/
