What a beautiful poem! As he often does, Yeats expounds on our smallness, as set against eternity. The poem elevates imagination above our mortal self and all that we can know. In the end, it is only "song" that we possess: "dream, dream". We can seek truth, we can study our past, we can write poetry, but for all we seek we succeed just in creating more dreams. Those who dreamt before us are gone, so it falls upon us to carry on the song: "But ah! she dreams not now; dream thou!" And yet, we try. We must. We try to collect wisdom, beauty, and poetry in our heart. We try to SAVE it there. But ultimately, that fails: "there is no truth / Saving in thine own heart." Eternity seems to mock us. Ultimately, we must relinquish. We can hold on to nothing. There is another fabulous poem that you will like: "The Leaden Echo and the Golden Echo" by Gerard Manley Hopkins. Hopkins ponders a similar theme: that we cannot save what is beautiful. His answer is simple: Relinquish it and give it back to God.

Hello Shana! ok so the word "Save" can mean "except" example: " I could like pretty much all, save for, the last option you presented" and to be honest, if I had read your underlined message (there is no truth saving in thine own heart) , at first impression I wouldve interpreted as "there is no truth saving/holding stuff in your heart" Everytime I come across Shakespeare or any of this "old english" stuff, I know to not take lots of the meanings as it would be interpreted using modern language. It requires reading the context (and even googling) - which is what you did. so, another way I would write that underlined sentence (now that we know what it really means) is: "there is no truth, save for, what is in your heart" or just even "there is no truth, except what is in your heart" I could type a lot more, but ill pause for now. Til next time!

Save your dreams in your heart (figuratively)