Though nurtured like the sailing moon <br />In beauty's murderous brood, <br />She walked awhile and blushed awhile <br />And on my pathway stood <br />Until I thought her body bore <br />A heart of flesh and blood. <br /> <br />But since I laid a hand thereon <br />And found a heart of stone <br />I have attempted many things <br />And not a thing is done, <br />For every hand is lunatic <br />That travels on the moon. <br /> <br />She smiled and that transfigured me <br />And left me but a lout, <br />Maundering here, and maundering there, <br />Emptier of thought <br />Than the heavenly circuit of its stars <br />When the moon sails out.<br /><br />William Butler Yeats<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-man-young-and-old-i-first-love/
