MEN IMPROVE WITH THE YEARS

by: W. B. Yeats (1865-1939)

      AM worn out with dreams;
      A weather-worn, marble triton
      Among the streams;
      And all day long I look
      Upon this lady's beauty
      As though I had found in a book
      A pictured beauty,
      Pleased to have filled the eyes
      Or the discerning ears,
      Delighted to be but wise,
      For men improve with the years;
      And yet, and yet,
      Is this my dream, or the truth?
      O would that we had met
      When I had my burning youth!
      But I grow old among dreams,
      A weather-worn, marble triton
      Among the streams.

"Men Improve with the Years" is reprinted from The Wild Swans at Coole. W.B. Yeats. New York: Macmillan, 1919.

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