I THINK it better that in times like these
A poet's mouth be silent, for in truth
We have no gift to set a statesman right;
He has had enough of medding who can please
A young girl in the indolence of her youth,
Or an old man upon a winter's night.
More verses by William Butler Yeats
- Crazy Jane And The Bishop
- He Tells Of A Valley Full Of Lovers
- At Algeciras - A Meditaton Upon Death
- Anashuya And Vijaya
- Cuchulain's Fight With The Sea