1,059 Quotes by William Butler Yeats

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...

One man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face.

Shakespearean fish swam the sea, far away from land; Romantic fish swam in nets coming to the hand...

I say that Roger Casement Did what he had to do, He died upon the gallows But that is nothing new.

But boys and girls, pale from the imagined love Of solitary beds, knew what they were, That passion could bring character enough And pressed at midnighht in some public place Live lips upon a plummet-measured face.

I have nothing but the embittered sun; Banished heroic mother moon and vanished, And now that I have come to fifty years I must endure the timid sun.

All things fall and are built again, And those that build them again are gay.

Whatever flames upon the night Man’s own resinous heart has fed.

Come away, O human child! To the waters and the wild With a faery, hand in hand, For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.