I have old women's secrets now That had those of the young; Madge tells me what I dared not think When my blood was strong, And what had drowned a lover once Sounds like an old song. Though Marg'ry is stricken dumb If thrown in Madge's way, We three make up a solitude; For none alive today Can know the stories that we know Or say the things we say: How such a man pleased women most Of all that are gone, How such a pair loved many years And such a pair but one, Stories of the bed of straw Or the bed of down.
- by William Butler Yeats (1865 - 1939), "The secrets of the old", appears in The Tower [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
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- by Samuel Barber (1910 - 1981), "The secrets of the old", op. 13 (Four songs for voice and piano) no. 2 (1938). [voice and piano] [text verified 1 time]
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