Much did I rage when young,
Being by the World oppressed,
But now with flattering tongue
It speeds the parting guest.
Youth and Age
More from William Butler Yeats
Aedh Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven
Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The Stolen Child
Where dips the rocky highlandOf Sleuth Wood in the lake,
The Sorrow of Love
The quarrel of the sparrows in the eaves,The full round moon and the star-laden sky,
The Young Man's Song
I whispered, "I am too young,"And then, "I am old enough";
Adam's Curse
We sat together at one summer's end,That beautiful mild woman, your close friend,
