A Song
by William Butler Yeats

I Thought no more was needed Youth to prolong Than dumb-bell and foil To keep the body young. Oh, who could have foretold That the heart grows old? Though I have many words, What womans satisfied, I am no longer faint Because at her side? Oh, who could have foretold That the heart grows old? I have not lost desire But the heart that I had, I thought twould burn my body Laid on the death-bed. But who could have foretold That the heart grows old?
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