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A Memory of Youth

Author: William Butler Yeats

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1. First draft.

Extent of text: 548 words


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Text ID Number: E910001-023

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  1. A bibliography is available online at the official web site of the Nobel Prize. See:
    The edition used in the digital edition
  1. William Butler Yeats A Memory of Youth in , Ed. William Butler Yeats Responsibilities and other Poems. The Macmillan Company, New York, (1916) page 68–69


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Created: By William Butler Yeats (1865–1939). Date range: before 1916.

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Language: [EN] The poem is in English.

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Corpus of Electronic Texts Edition: E910001-023

A Memory of Youth: Author: William Butler Yeats


  1. The moments passed as at a play,
    I had the wisdom love brings forth;
    I had my share of mother wit
    And yet for all that I could say,
    And though I had her praise for it,
    A cloud blown from the cut-throat north
    Suddenly hid love's moon away.
  2. Believing every word I said
    I praised her body and her mind
    Till pride had made her eyes grow bright,
    And pleasure made her cheeks grow red,
    And vanity her footfall light,
    Yet we, for all that praise, could find
    Nothing but darkness overhead.

  3. p.69

  4. We sat as silent as a stone,
    We knew, though she'd not said a word,
    That even the best of love must die,
    And had been savagely undone
    Were it not that love upon the cry
    Of a most ridiculous little bird
    Tore from the clouds his marvellous moon.