Memory by William Butler Yeats

One had a pretty face,
and two or three had charm,
but charm and face were in vain,

because the mountain grass
cannot but keep the form
where the mountain hare has lain.

More from William Butler Yeats:

• The Witch
• There Is a Queen in China
• The Thorn Tree
• Three Songs to the Same Tune
• To a Child Dancing in the Wind
• To a Friend Whose Work Has Come to Nothing