I HAD this thought a while ago, <br />'My darling cannot understand <br />What I have done, or what would do <br />In this blind bitter land.' <br />And I grew weary of the sun <br />Until my thoughts cleared up again, <br />Remembering that the best I have done <br />Was done to make it plain; <br />That every year I have cried, 'At length <br />My darling understands it all, <br />Because I have come into my strength, <br />And words obey my call'; <br />That had she done so who can say <br />What would have shaken from the sieve? <br />I might have thrown poor words away <br />And been content to live.<br /><br />William Butler Yeats<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/words-4/
