Poem by William Butler Yeats

Consolation

O but there is wisdom
In what the sages said;
But stretch that body for a while
And lay down that head
Till I have told the sages
Where man is comforted.

How could passion run so deep
Had I never thought
That the crime of being born
Blackens all our lot?
But where the crime's committed
The crime can be forgot. 

1. Love's Loneliness
2. Tom at Cruachan
3. Me Peacock
4. Under Ben Bulben
5. The Cap and Bells

Harriet Beecher Stowe Consolation ("Ah, many-voiced and angry! how the waves")

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