THOUGH you are in your shining days,
Voices among the crowd
And new friends busy with your praise,
Be not unkind or proud,
But think about old friends the most:
Time's bitter flood will rise,
Your beauty perish and be lost
For all eyes but these eyes.
More verses by William Butler Yeats
- Colonel Martin
- Crazy Jane Reproved
- The Winding Stair
- The Chambermaid's First Song
- In Memory Of Alfred Pollexfen