Heard this read at a garden party, but hadn't really ever read the words. Figured it was a fitting poem for me and my penny findings.
And then, ‘I am old enough’;
Wherefore I threw a penny
To find out if I might love.
‘Go and love, go and love, young man,
If the lady be young and fair.’
Aye, penny, brown penny, brown penny,
I am looped in the loops of her hair.
Wherefore I threw a penny
To find out if I might love.
‘Go and love, go and love, young man,
If the lady be young and fair.’
Aye, penny, brown penny, brown penny,
I am looped in the loops of her hair.
O love is the crooked thing,
There is nobody wise enough
To find out all that is in it,
For he would be thinking of love
Till the stars had run away
And the shadows eaten the moon.
Ah, penny, brown penny, brown penny,
One cannot begin it too soon.
There is nobody wise enough
To find out all that is in it,
For he would be thinking of love
Till the stars had run away
And the shadows eaten the moon.
Ah, penny, brown penny, brown penny,
One cannot begin it too soon.
"Brown Penny" by William Butler Yeats. Public domain
Hm. I think probably either throwing or looping pennies in your hair is a waste of good coin, but Yeats' mileage obviously varied...!
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