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There'll be that crowd, that barbarous crowd, through all the centuries, And who can say but some young belle may walk and talk men wild Who is my beauty's equal, though that my heart denies, But not the exact likeness, the simplicity of a child, And that proud look as though she had gazed into the burning sun, And all the shapely body no tittle gone astray. I mourn for that most lonely thing; and yet God 's will be done: I knew a phoenix in my youth, so let them have their day .
William Butler Yeats, in "His Phoenix" in The Wild Swans at Coole (1917) | ||
