Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
To a Child Dancing in the WindWilliam Butler Yeats
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Kind eyes should be more learned?
I have found out how despairing
The moths are when they are burned.
But I am old and you are young,
So we speak a different tongue.
And dream that all the world’s a friend,
Suffer as your mother suffered,
Be as broken in the end.
I could have warned you—but you are young,
And I speak a barbarous tongue.