I--love's skein upon the ground, My body in the tomb-- Shall leap into the light lost In my mother's womb. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Everything that man esteems Endures a moment or a day. Love's pleasure drives his love away, The painter's brush consumes his dreams. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
And many a poor man that has roved Loved and thought himself beloved From a glad kindness cannot take his eyes. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
And learn that the best thing is To change my loves while dancing And pay but a kiss for a kiss. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
It is love that I am seeking for, But of a beautiful, unheard-of kind That is not in the world. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
While man can still his body keep Wine or love drug him to sleep, Waking he thanks the Lord that he Has… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Why should the imagination of a man Long past his prime remember things that are Emblematical of love and war? — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
I broke my heart in two So hard I struck. What matter? for I know That out of rock, Out of a… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
It seems to me that love, if fine, is essentially a discipline. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
I know, although when looks meet I tremble to the bone, The more I leave the door unlatched The sooner love is… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
We are closed in, and the key is turned / On our uncertainty... — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Before me floats an image, man or shade, / Shade more than man, more image than a shade... — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
What can be shown? What true love be? All could be known or shown If Time were but gone. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
How can I, that girl standing there, My attention fix On Roman or on Russian Or on Spanish politics? — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
But boys and girls, pale from the imagined love Of solitary beds, knew what they were, That passion could bring character enough… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
I would have touched it like a child But knew my finger could but have touched Cold stone and water. I grew wild, Even… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
You know what the Englishman's idea of compromise is? He says, Some people say there is a God. Some people say there is no… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Beloved, let your eyes half close, and your heart beat Over my heart, and your hair fall over my breast, Drowning love's lonely hour… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
That toil of growing up; The ignominy of boyhood; the distress Of boyhood changing into man; The unfinished man and his pain. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
I see a schoolboy when I think of him, With face and nose pressed to a sweet-shop window. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Only God, my dear, Could love you for yourself alone And not your yellow hair. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
I know that I shall meet my fate somewhere among the clouds above; those that I fight I do not hate, those that I… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Great literature has always been written in a like spirit, and is, indeed, the Forgiveness of Sin, and when we find it becoming the… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Where the wave of moonlight glosses The dim gray sands with light, Far off by furthest Rosses We foot it all the night, Weaving… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
His element is so fine Being sharpened by his death, To drink from the wine-breath While our gross palates drink from the whole wine. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
