William Butler Yeats

The Land of Heart's Desire William Butler Yeats

Book Excerpt: ...ould never please a high-born child like you. THE CHILD. Old mother, my old mother, the green dawnBrightens above while you blow up the fire; And evening finds you spreading the white cloth. The young may lie in bed and dream and hope, But you work on because your heart is old. BRIDGET BRUIN. The young are idle. THE CHILD. Old father, you are wise, And all the years have gathered in your heartTo whisper of the wonders that are gone. The young must sigh through many a dream and hope, But you are wise because your heart is old. MAURTEEN BRUIN. O, who would think to find so young a childLoving old age and wisdom.[BRIDGET gives her more bread and honey. THE CHILD. No more, mother. MAURTEEN BRUIN. What a small bite; The milk is ready now; What a small sip!THE CHILD. Close