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William Butler Yeats

(1865 - 1939)


Irish Poet, Playwright

'What then.?' sang Plato's ghost. 'What then?'
A bloody and a sudden end, gunshot or a noose, for Death who takes what man would keep, leaves what man would lose.
A climbing moon upon an empty sky.
A couple of hours after Sunset Michael Robartes returned and told me that I would have to learn the steps of an exceedingly antique dance, because before my initiation could be perfected I had to join three times in a magical dance, for rhythm was the wheel of Eternity, on which alone the transient and accidental could be broken, and the spirit set free.
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.
A Deep Sworn Vow - Others because you did not keep that deep-sworn vow have been friends of mine; yet always when I look death in the face, when I clamber to the heights of sleep, or when I grow excited with wine, suddenly I meet your face.
A Drinking Song Wine comes in at the mouth And love comes in at the eye; That?s all we shall know for truth Before we grow old and die. I lift the glass to my mouth, I look at you, and I sigh.
A Druid land, a Druid tune!
A girl arose that had red mournful lips.
A king is but a foolish laborer.