The Fish
ALTHOUGH you hide in the ebb and flow / Of the pale tide when the moon has set,
The Lover Pleads With His Friend For Old Friends
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THOUGH you are in your shining days,
Voices among the crowd
And new friends busy with your praise,
Be not unkind or proud,
But think about old friends the most:
Time's bitter flood will rise,
Your beauty perish and be lost
For all eyes but these eyes.
More poems by William Butler Yeats
The Fisherman
ALTHOUGH I can see him still. / The freckled man who goes
The Withering Of The Boughs
I CRIED when the moon was mutmuring to the birds: / 'Let peewit call and curlew cry where they will,
A Man Young And Old: XI. From Oedipus At Colonus
Endure what life God gives and ask no longer span; / Cease to remember the delights of youth, travel-wearied aged man;