Cast a cold eye on life, on death Horseman pass by

Land of Heart's Desire Where beauty has no ebb, decay no flood, But joy is wisdom, time an endless song.

Out of Ireland have we come, great hatred, little room, maimed us at the start. I carry from my mother's womb a fanatic heart.

The uncontrollable mystery on the bestial floor.

But Love has pitched his mansion in the place of excrement. For nothing can be sole or whole that has not been rent.

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

When we have blamed the wind we can blame love.