A Man Young And Old: VII. The Friends Of His Youth
Read 'A Man Young And Old: VII. The Friends Of His Youth' by 'William Butler Yeats' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
A Man Young And Old: VII. The Friends Of His Youth by William Butler Yeats
Laughter not time destroyed my voice
And put that crack in it,
And when the moon's pot-bellied
I get a laughing fit,
For that old Madge comes down the lane,
A stone upon her breast,
And a cloak wrapped about the stone,
And she can get no rest
With singing hush and hush-a-bye;
She that has been wild
And barren as a breaking wave
Thinks that the stone's a child.
And Peter that had great affairs
And was a pushing man
Shrieks, 'I am King of the Peacocks,'
And perches on a stone;
And then I laugh till tears run down
And the heart thumps at my side,
Remembering that her shriek was love
And that he shrieks from pride.
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