I thought no more was needed
Youth to prolong
Than dumb-bell and foil
To keep the body young.
O who could have foretold
That the heart grows old?
Though I have many words,
What woman’s satisfied,
I am no longer faint
Because at her side?
O who could have foretold
That the heart grows old?
I have not lost desire
But the heart that I had;
I thought t’would burn my body
Laid on the death-bed,
For who could have foretold
That the heart grows old?

Readings

W.B. Yeats: 'A Song' read by Bob Geldof
W.B. Yeats: 'A Song' read by Grey Gowrie
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W.B. Yeats: 'A Song' read by Bob Geldof
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