by William Butler Yeats (1865 - 1939)

All things can tempt me
Language: English 
All things can tempt me from this craft of verse:
One time it was a woman’s face, or worse —
The seeming needs of my fool-driven land;
Now nothing but comes readier to the hand
Than this accustomed toil. When I was young,
I had not given a penny for a song
Did not the poet sing it with such airs
That one believed he had a sword upstairs;
Yet would be now, could I but have my wish,
Colder and dumber and deafer than a fish.

Confirmed with W. B. Yeats, Responsibilities and Other Poems, New York: The Macmillan company, 1916.


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