Poem by William Butler Yeats

The Coming of Wisdom with Time

Though leaves are many, the root is one;
Through all the lying days of my youth
I swayed my leaves and flowers in the sun;
Now I may wither into the truth. 

1. Against Unworthy Praise
2. An Appointment
3. The Fascination of What's Difficult
4. Beggar to Beggar Cried
5. Running to Paradise

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