zaterdag 9 november 2019

Poëtegem (170)


The four ages of man (W. B. Yeats)


He with body waged a fight,
But body won; it walks upright.

Then he struggled with the heart;
Innocence and peace depart.

Then he struggled with the mind;
His proud heart he left behind.

Now his wars on God begin;
At stroke of midnight God shall win.

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