Men Improve with the Years - By Yeats

I am worn out with dreams;
A weather-worn marble triton
Among the streams;

And all day long I look
Upon this lady's beauty
As though I had found in a book
A pictured beauty,
Pleased to have filled the eyes
Or the discerning ears,
Delighted to be but wise,
For men improve with the years;

And yet, and yet,
Is this my dream or the truth?
O would that we had met
When I had my burning youth!

But I grow old among dreams,
A weather-worn marble triton
Among the streams.

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This one is for little Aishah's poem collection, with much love from Uncle Stingray. I hope her mummy will copy this down, for her,...