The Consolation

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Title:     The Consolation
Author: William Butler Yeats [More Titles by Yeats]

I had this thought awhile ago,
"My darling cannot understand
What I have done, or what would do
In this blind bitter land."

And I grew weary of the sun
Until my thoughts cleared up again,
Remembering that the best I have done
Was done to make it plain;

That every year I have cried, "At length
My darling understands it all,
Because I have come into my strength,
And words obey my call."

That had she done so who can say
What would have shaken from the sieve?
I might have thrown poor words away
And been content to live.

[The end]
William Butler Yeats's poem: Consolation

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