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The Living Beauty

 I bade, because the wick and oil are spent
And frozen are the channels of the blood,
My discontented heart to draw content
From beauty that is cast out of a mould
In bronze, or that in dazzling marble appears,
Appears, but when wc have gone is gone again,
Being more indifferent to our solitude
Than 'twere an apparition.
O heart, we are old; The living beauty is for younger men: We cannot pay its rribute of wild tears.

by William Butler Yeats
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