2 NOVEMBER 1934, Page 13
Old Age
Con guard me from those thoughts men think In the mind alone, He that sings a lasting song Thinks in a marrow bone ; From all that makes a wise old man That can be praised of all ;
0 what am I that I should not seem For the song's sake a fool.
I pray—for fashion's word is out And prayer comes round again—
That I may seem though I die old
A foolish, passionate man.
W. B. YEATS.