ART OF THE GARDEN

Coole Park © 2007 Laura Jean Zito

PEACE

William Butler Yeats (1865-1939)

Ah, that Time could touch a form
That could show what Homer's age
Bred to be a hero's wage.
"Were not all her life but storm,
Would not painters paint a form
Of such noble lines," I said,
"Such a delicate high head,
All that sternness amid charm,
 All that sweetness amid strength?"
Ah, but peace that comes at length,
Came when Time had touched her form.