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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=537075" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Friends</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=537075" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">NOW must I these three praise --<br>Three women that have wrought<br>What joy is in my days:<br>One because no thought,<br>Nor those unpassing cares,<br>No, not in these fifteen<br>Many-times-troubled years,<br>Could ever come between<br>Mind and delighted mind;<br>And one because her hand<br>Had strength that could unbind<br>What none can understand,<br>What none can have and thrive,<br>Youth's dreamy load, till she<br>So changed me that I live<br>Labouring in ecstasy.<br>And what of her that took<br>All till my youth was gone<br>With scarce a pitying look?<br>How could I praise that one?<br>When day begins to break<br>I count my good and bad,<br>Being wakeful for her sake,<br>Remembering what she had,<br>What eagle look still shows,<br>While up from my heart's root<br>So great a sweetness flows<br>I shake from head to foot.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=William+Butler+Yeats">William Butler Yeats</a></strong></div>