Footsteps

Vacillation (IV)

My fiftieth year had come and gone,
I sat, a solitary man,
In a crowded London shop,
An open book and empty cup,
On the marble table-cup.

While on the shop and street I gazed
My body of a sudden blazed;
And twenty minutes more or less
It seems, so great my happiness,
That I was blessed and could bless.

William Butler Yeats (1865-1939).