Poem by William Butler Yeats

The Lamentation of the Old Pensioner

  I had a chair at every hearth,
  When no one turned to see,
  With "Look at that old fellow there,
  "And who may he be?"
  And therefore do I wander now,
  And the fret lies on me.

  The road-side trees keep murmuring
  Ah, wherefore murmur ye,
  As in the old days long gone by,
  Green oak and poplar tree?
  The well-known faces are all gone
  And the fret lies on me.

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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