I, too, await The hour of thy great wind of love and hate. When shall the stars be blown about the sky,… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
I need thy presence every passing hour; What but thy grace can foil the tempter's power? — Henry Francis Lyte Copy Share Image
“... WHEN ONE LOOKS INTO THE DARKNESS THERE IS ALWAYS SOMETHING THERE... Far-off, most secret, and inviolate Rose, Enfold me in my… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
