Just a note - a few lines have been lifted from Yeats' 'Coming of Wisdom with Time', which might also enlighten as to what is spoken of here.
Though leaves are many, the root is one;
Through all the lying days of my youth
I swayed my leaves and flowers in the sun;
Now I may wither into the truth.
Just a note - a few lines have been lifted from Yeats' 'Coming of Wisdom with Time', which might also enlighten as to what is spoken of here.
Though leaves are many, the root is one; Through all the lying days of my youth I swayed my leaves and flowers in the sun; Now I may wither into the truth.