“The kings of the old time are dead; The wandering earth herself may be Only a sudden flaming word, In clanging space… — Yeats Copy Share Image
“Even the wisest man grows tense/with some sort of violence/before he can accomplish fate,/know his work or choose his mate.” — Yeats Copy Share Image
“The kings of the old time are dead; The wandering earth herself may be Only a sudden flaming word, In clanging space a moment… — Yeats Copy Share Image
“I had this thought a while ago, "My darling cannot understand What I have done, or what would do In this blind bitter land.'… — Yeats Copy Share Image
“I would spread the cloths under your feet: But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet;… — Yeats Copy Share Image
