I walked with William Butler Yeats Among the children at my school And heard them tell of unfamiliar days And watched them run and play and fall At sixty now my beard is grey And all my knowledge wash
I lay on the lawn looking up at the wide blue sky. My skin was in need of sun. The late spring had been unusually hot and the garden needed rain, desperately. The sky was cloudless and without trace
I walked the streets of London Immortal and alone My heart and mind were solitary And truth cut to the bone By Charing Cross and down the Strand Past Holborn to the square And off the great Museum Hal