I AM worn out with dreams;
A weather-worn, marble triton
Among the streams;
And all day long I look
Upon this lady's beauty
As though I had found in a book
A pictured beauty,
pleased to have filled the eyes
Or the discerning ears,
Delighted to be but wise,
For men improve with the years;
And yet, and yet,
Is this my dream, or the truth?
O would that we had met
When I had my burning youth!
But I grow old among dreams,
A weather-worn, marble triton
Among the streams.
Leave a guest comment (subject to review)
Comments
-
the envairoment system
-
think this is about maude gonne's daughter. he even proposed to her though the mother had refused him years ago. one of the major themes in his poems is the unrequited love. quite like gaspara stampa.
-
I believe that the poet should represent his self frist then concern about his envairoment .
-
It suprises me that this piece isn't better known, it shows Yeats at his best, (in my oppinion) and has that reflective poetry so often sort by publishers. Still, at least I can read it here and dream with Yeats and ask the same question.
And yet, and yet,
Is this my dream, or the truth?
Andrew
Adding your comment:
