Dream, dream, for this is also sooth.

For the good are always the merry, / Save by an evil chance,/ And the merry love the fiddle,/ And the merry love to dance: / And when the folk there spy me,/ They will all come up to me, / With,”Here is the fiddler of Dooney!” / And dance like a wave of the sea.

The true faith discovered was When painted panel, statuary, Glass-mosaic, window-glass, Amended what was told awry By some peasant gospeler.

To be born woman is to know - although they do not speak of it at school - women must labor to be beautiful.

Everything we look upon is blest.

A poet is a good citizen turned inside out.

I knew a phoenix in my youth, so let them have their day.