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William Butler Yeats - Young Man`s Song
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`She will change,` I cried.
`Into a withered crone.`
The heart in my side,
That so still had lain,
In noble rage replied
And beat upon the bone:

`Uplift those eyes and throw
Those glances unafraid:
She would as bravely show
Did all the fabric fade;
No withered crone I saw
Before the world was made.`

Abashed by that report,
For the heart cannot lie,
I knelt in the dirt.
And all shall bend the knee
To my offended heart
Until it pardon me.
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