The Song Of The Old Mother

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Title:     The Song Of The Old Mother
Author: William Butler Yeats [More Titles by Yeats]

I rise in the dawn, and I kneel and blow
Till the seed of the fire flicker and glow;
And then I must scrub and bake and sweep
Till stars are beginning to blink and peep;
And the young lie long and dream in their bed
Of the matching of ribbons for bosom and head,
And their day goes over in idleness,
And they sigh if the wind but lift a tress:
While I must work because I am old,
And the seed of the fire gets feeble and cold.

[The end]
William Butler Yeats's poem: Song Of The Old Mother

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