Yeats poem

I saw this ... and thought of RW (the last two lines sum it up). 

FATHER AND CHILD - W B Yeats 


She hears me strike the board and say
That she is under ban
Of all good men and women,
Being mentioned with a man
That has the worst of all bad names;
And thereupon replies
That his hair is beautiful,
Cold as the March wind his eyes.