The Coming of Wisdom with Time
Responsibilities and Other Poems, 1914
Though leaves are many, the root is one;Through all the lying days of my youthI swayed my leaves and flowers in the sun;Now I may wither into the truth.
W. B. Yeats (1865–1939)
Responsibilities and Other Poems, 1914
Though leaves are many, the root is one;Through all the lying days of my youthI swayed my leaves and flowers in the sun;Now I may wither into the truth.