My OperaWilliam Butler Yeats
Sunday, October 17, 2010 7:57:46 PM
THE COMING OF WISDOM
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.
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.
