“This beauty's kinder, yet for a reason
I could weep that the old is out of season”
W.B. Yeats (1865–1939) Irish poet and playwright
The Arrow http://poetry.poetryx.com/poems/1590/ <br class="br">In The Seven Woods (1904) <br class="br">Context: I thought of your beauty, and this arrow,<br>Made out of a wild thought, is in my marrow.<br>There's no man may look upon her, no man,<br>As when newly grown to be a woman,<br>Tall and noble but with face and bosom<br>Delicate in colour as apple blossom.<br>This beauty's kinder, yet for a reason<br>I could weep that the old is out of season.