I heard the old, old men say,
‘Everything alters,
And one by one we drop away.’
They had hands like claws, and their knees
Were twisted like the old thorn-trees
By the waters.
I heard the old, old men say,
‘All that’s beautiful drifts away
Like the waters.’
(William Butler Yeats)
More Poetry from William Butler Yeats:
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- Running To Paradise (William Butler Yeats Poems)
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