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I am content to live it all again And yet again, if it be life to pitch Into the frog-spawn of a blind man's ditch.

William Butler Yeats

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William Butler Yeats
Age: 73 †
Born: 1865
Born: June 13
Died: 1939
Died: January 28
Astrologer
Mystic
Playwright
Poet
Politician
Writer
Scrooby
Nottinghamshire
W. B. Yeats
William Yeats
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The soul of man is of the imperishable substance of the stars!
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Though I am old with wandering Through hollow lands and hilly lands, I will find out where she has gone, And kiss her lips and take her hands And walk among long dappled grass, And pluck till time and times are done The silver apples of the moon, The golden apples of the sun.
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All the stream that's roaring by Came out of a needle's eye.
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BELOVED, gaze in thine own heart, The holy tree is growing there.
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O heart the winds have shaken, the unappeasable host Is comelier than candles at Mother Mary's feet.
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Your hooves have stamped at the black margin of the wood, Even where horrible green parrots call and swing. My works are all stamped down into the sultry mud.
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And wisdom is a butterfly And not a gloomy bird of prey.
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Some moralist or mythological poet Compares the solitary soul to a swan I am satisfied with that, Satisfied if a troubled mirror show it, Before that brief gleam of its life be gone.
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How far away the stars seem, and how far is our first kiss, and ah, how old my heart.
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Come near, that no more blinded by man's fate, I find under the boughs of love and hate, In all poor foolish things that live a day, Eternal beauty wandering on her way.
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I, too, await The hour of thy great wind of love and hate. When shall the stars be blown about the sky, Like the sparks blown out of a smithy, and die?
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only an aching heart Conceives a changeless work of art.
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