Though you are in your shining days,
voices among the crowd
and new friends busy with your praise..
be not unkind or proud,
but think of old friends the most..
'times bitter flood may rise,
your beauty perish and be lost
for all eyes but these eyes.
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This is the poem I give to good friends who are moving away.
Classic (non-political) Yeats, seemingly simple but extremely intense in its undercurrent.



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