God guard me from those thoughts men think
In the mind alone.
There are no strangers, only friends you have not met yet.
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And I will find some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,/ Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings...
W.B. YeatsIs it not certain that the Creator yawns in earthquake and thunder and other popular displays, but toils in rounding the delicate spiral of a shell?
-Yeats, The Trembling of the Veil
Ecstasy is from the contemplation of things vaster than the individual and imperfectly seen perhaps, by all those that still live.
W.B. YeatsAll the wild-witches, those most notable ladies
For all their broom-sticks and their tears,
Their angry tears, are gone.
A daughter of a King of Ireland, heard
A voice singing on a May Eve like this,
And followed half awake and half asleep,
Until she came into the Land of Faery,
Where nobody gets old and godly and grave,
Where nobody gets old and crafty and wise,
Where nobody gets old and bitter of tongue.
And she is still there, busied with a dance
Deep in the dewy shadow of a wood,
Or where stars walk upon a mountain-top.
Stichwörter: faery
O body swayed to music, O brightening glance,
How can we know the dancer from the dance?
Irish poets, learn your trade,
sing whatever is well made,
scorn the sort now growing up
all out of shape from toe to top.
In dreams begin responsibilities.
W.B. YeatsStichwörter: dreams responsibility
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