I WHISPERED, ‘I am too young,’
And then, ‘I am old enough’;
Wherefore I threw a penny
To find out if I might love.
‘Go and love, go and love, young man,
If the lady be young and fair.’
Ah, penny, brown penny, brown penny,
I am looped in the loops of her hair.
O love is the crooked thing,
There is nobody wise enough
To find out all that is in it,
For he would be thinking of love
Till the stars had run away
And the shadows eaten the moon.
Ah, penny, brown penny, brown penny,
One cannot begin it too soon.
– William Butler Yeats
Not really posting anything of value today, just a piece by an Irish poet I enjoy from time to time. Unless, of course, you’ve never read this poem… then, there you go; I’ve just provided some education. Though I’m Irish, I wasn’t lucky to wake up ridiculously early following the night we stayed out the longest. It’s like I’m already getting back into the swing of things for my trip home tomorrow!
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