‘What Then?’

William Butler Yeats

HIS 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; 'i{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; 'i{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; 'i{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, I swerved in naught, Something to perfection brought'; i{But louder sang that ghost, 'What then?'}