Though leaves are many, the root is one;
Through all the lying days of my youth
I swayed my leaves and flowers in the sun;
Now I may wither into the truth.
"The Coming of Wisdom with Time", W. B. Yeats, The Green Helmet and Other Poems, 1910
Through all the lying days of my youth
I swayed my leaves and flowers in the sun;
Now I may wither into the truth.
"The Coming of Wisdom with Time", W. B. Yeats, The Green Helmet and Other Poems, 1910
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