What Then?

by William Butler Yeats

what-thenHis chosen comrades thought at school
he must grow a famous man;
he thought the same and lived by rule,
all his twenties crammed with toil;
‘what then?’ sang Plato’s ghost. ‘What then?’
.
Everything he wrote was read,
After certain years he won
Sufficient money for his need,
Friends that have been friends indeed;
‘What then?’ sang Plato’s ghost. ‘ What then?’
.
All his happier dreams came true —
A small old house, wife, daughter, son,
Grounds where plum and cabbage grew,
poets and Wits about him drew;
‘What then.?’ sang Plato’s ghost. ‘What then?’
.
The work is done,’ grown old he thought,
‘According to my boyish plan;
Let the fools rage, I swerved in naught,
Something to perfection brought’;
But louder sang that ghost, ‘What then?’

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