Peace

William Butler Yeats

AH, that Time could touch a form
That could show what Homer's age
Bred to be a hero's wage.
"Were not all her life but storm
Would not painters paint a form
Of such noble lines,' I said,
"Such a delicate high head,
All that sternness amid charm,
All that sweetness amid strength?'
Ah, but peace that comes at length,
Came when Time had touched her form.

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• William Butler Yeats : Presences
• William Butler Yeats : Quarrel In Old Age
• William Butler Yeats : Reconciliation
• William Butler Yeats : Red Hanrahan's Song About Ireland
• William Butler Yeats : Remorse For Intemperate Speech
• William Butler Yeats : Responsibilities
• William Butler Yeats : Responsibilities - Closing
• William Butler Yeats : Responsibilities - Introduction
• William Butler Yeats : Roger Casement

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