To a Child Dancing in the Wind - William Butler Yeats

Has no one said those daring

Kind eyes should be more learned?

I have found out how despairing

The moths are when they are burned.

But I am old and you are young,

So we speak a different tongue.

Oh you will take whatever's offered

And dream that all the world's a friend,

Suffer as your mother suffered,

Be as broken in the end.

I could have warned you—but you are young,

And I speak a barbarous tongue.

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William Butler Yeats  (1865 — 1939) Ireland

Source: Poetry, Vol. 4, No. 2, Harriet Monroe, (editor), 1914, p.59