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W.B. Yeats (1865–1939). Responsibilities and Other Poems. 1916.

39. Peace

AH, that Time could touch a form

That could show what Homer’s age

Bred to be a hero’s wage.

‘Were not all her life but storm,

Would not painters paint a form

Of such noble lines’ I said,

‘Such a delicate high head,

All that sternness amid charm,

All that sweetness amid strength?’

Ah, but peace that comes at length,

Came when Time had touched her form.