While they danced they came over them the weariness with the world, the melancholy, the pity one for the other, which is the exultation of love.
William Butler YeatsImagining in excited reverie That the future years had come, Dancing to a frenzied drum, Out of the murderous innocence of the sea.
William Butler YeatsMuch did I rage when young, Being by the world oppressed, But now with flattering tongue It speeds the parting guest.
William Butler Yeats