12 Aug
Posted in: Poems
By    Comments Off on So Great

So Great

My fiftieth year had come and gone,
I sat, a solitary man,
In a crowded London shop,
An open book and empty cup
On the marble table-top.
While on the shop and street I gazed
My body of a sudden blazed;
And twenty minutes more or less
It seemed, so great my happiness,
That I was blessed and could bless. 

— W. B. Yeats, from Vacillation

Comments are closed.