Poem by 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.
William Butler Yeats
William Butler Yeats's other poems:
- Men Improve with the Years
- The Magi
- The Municipal Gallery Revisited
- Love's Loneliness
- Tom at Cruachan
Poems of the other poets with the same name:
Rupert Brooke Peace ("Now, God Be Thanked Who Has Matched Us With His Hour") George Herbert Peace ("SWEET Peace, where dost thou dwell? I humbly crave") Gerard Hopkins Peace ("When will you ever, Peace, wild wooddove, shy wings shut") Henry Vaughan Peace ("My Soul, there is a country") Eleanor Farjeon Peace ("I am as awful as my brother War") Robert Anderson Peace ("Now, God be prais'd! we've peace at last") Robert Bloomfield Peace ("Halt! ye Legions, sheathe your Steel") Charles Sorley Peace ("There is silence in the evening when the long days cease") December 1912Gerald Massey Peace ("Yes, Peace is beautiful, and I do yearn") Henry Newbolt Peace ("No more to watch by Night's eternal shore") Sara Teasdale Peace ("PEACE flows into me") Henry Van Dyke Peace ("Two dwellings, Peace, are thine")
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