WHY should I blame her that she filled my days <br />With misery, or that she would of late <br />Have taught to ignorant men most violent ways, <br />Or hurled the little streets upon the great. <br />Had they but courage equal to desire? <br />What could have made her peaceful with a mind <br />That nobleness made simple as a fire, <br />With beauty like a tightened bow, a kind <br />That is not natural in an age like this, <br />Being high and solitary and most stern? <br />Why, what could she have done, being what she is? <br />Was there another Troy for her to burn?<br /><br />William Butler Yeats<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/no-second-troy/
