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ED, "I am too young,"And then, "I am old enough";
Wherefore I threw a
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
To find out all that is in it,
For he would be thinking of
Till the stars had run
And the shadows eaten the moon.
Ah, penny, brown penny, brown penny,
One cannot begin it too soon.
William Butler Yeats
William Butler Yeats[a] (13 June 1865 – 28 January 1939) was an Irish poet and one of the foremost figures of 20th-century literature. A pillar
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