William Butler Yeats

(13 June 1865 – 28 January 1939 / County Dublin / Ireland)

Consolation - Poem by William Butler Yeats

O but there is wisdom
In what the sages said;
But stretch that body for a while
And lay down that head
Till I have told the sages
Where man is comforted.

How could passion run so deep
Had I never thought
That the crime of being born
Blackens all our lot?
But where the crime's committed
The crime can be forgot.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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