“Oh, love is the crooked
thing,
There is nobody wise enough
To find out all that is in it,
For he would be thinking of love
Till the stars had run away,
And the shadows eaten the moon.”—Nobel Prize-winning Irish poet-playwright William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), “The Young Man's Song,” in Responsibilities and Other Poems (1916)
There is nobody wise enough
To find out all that is in it,
For he would be thinking of love
Till the stars had run away,
And the shadows eaten the moon.”—Nobel Prize-winning Irish poet-playwright William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), “The Young Man's Song,” in Responsibilities and Other Poems (1916)
(Thanks to my friend
Peter for bringing these wonderful verses to my attention.)
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