Page:Yeats Responsibilities 1916.djvu/34

18 'While I have him and you it matters little What man you have lost, what evil you have found.' 'I bid them make his bed under this roof And carried him his food with my own hands, And so the weeks passed by. But when I said "What is this trouble?" he would answer nothing, Though always at my words his trouble grew; And I but asked the more, till he cried out, Weary of many questions: "There are things That make the heart akin to the dumb stone." Then I replied: "Although you hide a secret, Hopeless and dear, or terrible to think on,