William Butler Yeats(1865–1939)
No Second Troy
Why should I blame her8 that she filled my days
With misery, or that she would of late
Have taught to ignorant men most violent ways,
sister, Kathleen Pilcher. destruction of the first city of Troy, on the east side
Or hurled the little streets upon the great,
Had they but courage equal to desire
What could have made her peaceful with a mind
That nobleness made simple as a fire,
With beauty like a tightened bow, a kind
That is not natural in an age like this,
Being high and solitary and most stern
Why, what could she have done, being what she is
Was there another Troy for her to burn
December 19081910