HIS chosen comrades thought at school <br />He must grow a famous man; <br />He thought the same and lived by rule, <br />All his twenties crammed with toil; <br />'What then?' sang Plato's ghost. 'What then?' <br /> <br />Everything he wrote was read, <br />After certain years he won <br />Sufficient money for his need, <br />Friends that have been friends indeed; <br />'What then?' sang Plato's ghost. ' What then?' <br /> <br />All his happier dreams came true -- <br />A small old house, wife, daughter, son, <br />Grounds where plum and cabbage grew, <br />poets and Wits about him drew; <br />'What then.?' sang Plato's ghost. 'What then?' <br /> <br />The work is done,' grown old he thought, <br />'According to my boyish plan; <br />Let the fools rage, I swerved in naught, <br />Something to perfection brought'; <br />But louder sang that ghost, 'What then?'<br /><br />William Butler Yeats<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-then/
