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William Butler Yeats - His PhoenixWilliam Butler Yeats - His Phoenix
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THERE is a queen in China, or maybe it`s in Spain, And birthdays and holidays such praises can be heard Of her unblemished lineaments, a whiteness with no stain, That she might be that sprightly girl trodden by a bird; And there`s a score of duchesses, surpassing woman- kind, Or who have found a painter to make them so for pay And smooth out stain and blemish with the elegance of his mind: I knew a phoenix in my youth, so let them have their day. The young men every night applaud their Gaby`s laughing eye, And Ruth St.  Denis had more charm although she had poor luck; From nineteen hundred nine or ten, Pavlova`s had the cry And there`s a player in the States who gathers up her cloak And flings herself out of the room when Juliet would be bride With all a woman`s passion, a child`s imperious way, And there are but no matter if there are scores beside: I knew a phoenix in my youth, so let them have their day. There`s Margaret and Marjorie and Dorothy and Nan, A Daphne and a Mary who live in privacy; One`s had her fill of lovers, another`s had but one, Another boasts, "I pick and choose and have but two or three.` If head and limb have beauty and the instep`s high and light They can spread out what sail they please for all I have to say, Be but the breakers of men`s hearts or engines of delight: I knew a phoenix in my youth, so let them have their day. There`ll be that crowd, that barbarous crowd, through all the centuries, And who can say but some young belle may walk and talk men wild Who is my beauty`s equal, though that my heart denies, But not the exact likeness, the simplicity of a child, And that proud look as though she had gazed into the burning sun, And all the shapely body no tittle gone astray. I mourn for that most lonely thing; and yet God`s will be done: I knew a phoenix in my youth, so let them have their day.
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