'She will change,' I cried. <br />'Into a withered crone.' <br />The heart in my side, <br />That so still had lain, <br />In noble rage replied <br />And beat upon the bone: <br /> <br />'Uplift those eyes and throw <br />Those glances unafraid: <br />She would as bravely show <br />Did all the fabric fade; <br />No withered crone I saw <br />Before the world was made.' <br /> <br />Abashed by that report, <br />For the heart cannot lie, <br />I knelt in the dirt. <br />And all shall bend the knee <br />To my offended heart <br />Until it pardon me.<br /><br />William Butler Yeats<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/young-man-s-song/
