hıs 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, ı swerved in naught,
something to perfection brought';
but louder sang that ghost, 'what then?'
william butler yeats