“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.”

— W.B. Yeats

The Coming Of Wisdom With Time http://poetry.poetryx.com/poems/1607/
The Green Helmet and Other Poems (1910)

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Irish poet and playwright 1865–1939

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