Under the old tree all night w… (William Butler Yeats )

Under the old tree all night we Were talking About life, we lived From birth until now. Giving each other half-soul In the stories about life We tightly embraced to return it; I went into a rage, realizing that we are not the first time, Under this tree are About the childhood of his story. What a miracle those years, As life bloomed, the red, When the whole summer was — we And our whole spring!