The Folly Of Being Comforted | A poem by William Butler Yeats, 1904

Erwin Blumenfeld, Young Eyes, 1937

One that is ever kind said yesterday:
‘Your well-beloved’s hair has threads of grey,
And little shadows come about her eyes;
Time can but make it easier to be wise
Though now it seems impossible, and so
All that you need is patience.’
Heart cries, ‘No,
I have not a crumb of comfort, not a grain.
Time can but make her beauty over again:
Because of that great nobleness of hers
The fire that stirs about her, when she stirs,
Burns but more clearly. O she had not these ways
When all the wild Summer was in her gaze.’

Heart! O heart! if she’d but turn her head,
You’d know the folly of being comforted.

William Butler Yeats, The Folly Of Being Comforted, 1904

Also:
Adam’s Curse | A poem by William Butler Yeats, 1903
Aedh Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven | A poem by William Butler Yeats, 1899