Under Saturn
Do not because this day I have grown saturnine Imagine that lost love, inseparable from my thought Because I have no other youth, can make me pine; For how should I forget the wisdom that you brought, The comfort that you made? Although my wits have gone On a fantastic ride, my horse's flanks are spurred By childish memories of an old cross Pollexfen, And of a Middleton, whose name you never heard, And of a red-haired Yeats whose looks, although he died Before my time, seem like a vivid memory. You heard that labouring man who had served my people. He said Upon the open road, near to the Sligo quay -- No, no, not said, but cried it out -- "You have come again, And surely after twenty years it was time to come." I am thinking of a child's vow sworn in vain Never to leave that valley his fathers called their home.
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"Do not because this day I have grown saturnine..."
Exploring the themes of classic, William Butler Yeats delivers a powerful performance in "Under Saturn"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...