{"collection":"Northern European Mythology","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/neu/yeats/lpy/lpy044.htm","path":"neu/yeats/lpy/lpy044.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/neu/yeats/lpy/lpy044.htm","text":"ONE that is ever kind said yesterday:\n \"Your well-beloved's hair has threads of grey,\n And little shadows come about her eyes;\n Time can but make it easier to be wise\n Though now it seem impossible, and so\n Patience is all that you have need of.\"\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0No,\n I have not a crumb of comfort, not a grain,\n Time can but make her beauty over again:\n Because of that great nobleness of hers\n The fire that stirs about her, when she stirs\n Burns but more clearly. O she had not these ways,\n When all the wild summer was in her gaze.\n O heart! O heart! if she'd but turn her head,\n You'd know the folly of being comforted.","title":"Later Poems of Yeats: In the Seven Woods (1904): The Folly of Being Comforted","type":"page"}