ONE had a lovely face,
And two or three had charm,
But charm and face were in vain
Because the mountain grass
Cannot but keep the form
Where the mountain hare has lain.
More verses by William Butler Yeats
- Men Improve With The Years
- He Tells Of The Perfect Beauty
- Crazy Jane Grown Old Looks At The Dancers
- A Meditation In Time Of War
- The Folly Of Being Comforted