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William Butler Yeats - What Then?
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HIS chosen comrades thought at school
He must grow a famous man;
He thought the same and lived by rule,
All his twenties crammed with toil;
"What then?` sang Plato`s ghost.  "What then?"

Everything he wrote was read,
After certain years he won
Sufficient money for his need,
Friends that have been friends indeed;
"What then?` sang Plato`s ghost.  " What then?`

All his happier dreams came true —
A small old house, wife, daughter, son,
Grounds where plum and cabbage grew,
poets and Wits about him drew;
"What then.?` sang Plato`s ghost.  "What then?`

The work is done,` grown old he thought,
"According to my boyish plan;
Let the fools rage, I swerved in naught,
Something to perfection brought`;
But louder sang that ghost, "What then?`\
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