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  • 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