My OperaThe Folly Of Being Comforted
Monday, July 24, 2006 12:34:48 AM
Alice put this poem on her blog. I liked it so much, I decided to share my version with you... thanks Alice.
The Folly Of Being ComfortedBy William Butler Yeats
Read by Jon Miner
The Folly Of Being Comforted Click to open the MP3, and come back to this page to read along.
One that is ever kind said yesterday:
"Your well-beloved's hair has threads of grey,
And little shadows come about her eyes;
Time can but make it easier to be wise
Though now it seems impossible, and so
All you need is patience."
Heart cries, "No, I have not a crumb of comfort, not a grain.
Time can but make her beauty over again:
Because of that great nobleness of hers.
The fire that stirs about her, when she stirs, burns but more clearly.
O she had not these ways when all the wild Summer was in her gaze."
Heart! O heart!
If she'd but turn her head, you'd know the folly of being comforted.
The Folly Of Being ComfortedBy William Butler Yeats
Read by Jon Miner
The Folly Of Being Comforted Click to open the MP3, and come back to this page to read along.
One that is ever kind said yesterday:
"Your well-beloved's hair has threads of grey,
And little shadows come about her eyes;
Time can but make it easier to be wise
Though now it seems impossible, and so
All you need is patience."
Heart cries, "No, I have not a crumb of comfort, not a grain.
Time can but make her beauty over again:
Because of that great nobleness of hers.
The fire that stirs about her, when she stirs, burns but more clearly.
O she had not these ways when all the wild Summer was in her gaze."
Heart! O heart!
If she'd but turn her head, you'd know the folly of being comforted.
You must be 
Alicelotus # Monday, July 24, 2006 5:02:50 PM
Happy to see the poem also in your blog ~!
Nice dreams
Alice
Jonchinajon # Wednesday, July 26, 2006 4:27:51 AM