William Butler Yeats - A Man Young And Old: II. Human Dignity

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Like the moon her kindness is, If kindness I may call What has no comprehension in't, But is the same for all As though my sorrow were a scene Upon a painted wall. So like a bit of stone I lie Under a broken tree. I could recover if I shrieked My heart's agony To passing bird, but I am dumb From human dignity. William Butler Yeats poemhunter.com/poem/a-man-young-and-old-ii-human-dignity/