from Vacillation

My fiftieth year had come and gone,
I sat, a solitary man,
In a crowded London shop,
And open book and empty cup
On the marble table-top.
 
While on the shop and street I gazed
My body of a sudden blazed;
And twenty minutes more or less
It seemed, so great my happiness,
That I was blessed and could bless.
(W B Yeats)

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