I am worn out with dreams,
A weather-worn, marble triton
Among the streams
And all day long I look
Upon this lady's beauty
As though I had found in a book
A picture beauty
Pleased to have filled the eyes
Or the discerning ears
Delighted to be but wise
For men improve with the years
And yet, and yet
Is this my dream or the truth??
O would that we had met
When I had my burning youth!
But I grow old among dreams
A weather-worn, marble triton
Among the streams
William Butler Yeats
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