Page:The Land of Heart's Desire, Yeats, 1894.djvu/36

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Old father, you are wise,

And all the years have gathered in your heart

To whisper of the wonders that are gone.

The young must sigh through many a dream and hope,

But you are wise because your heart is old.

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O, who would think to find so young a child

Loving old age and wisdom.

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No more, mother.

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What a small bite! The milk is ready now;

What a small sip!

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Put on my shoes, old mother,

For I would like to dance now I have dined.

The reeds are dancing by Coolaney lake,