This is a poem from Yeats I love.
Sweetheart, do not love too long:I loved long and long,And grew to be out of fashionLike an old song.
All through the years of our youthNeither could have knownTheir own thought from the other's,We were so much at one.
But O, in a minute she changed--O do not love too long,Or you will grow out of fashionLike an old song.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939)
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