It is so many years before one can believe enough in what one feels even to know what the feeling is
William Butler YeatsThe true poet is all the time a visionary and whether with friends or not, as much alone as a man on his death bed.
William Butler YeatsThough leaves are many, the root is one; Through all the lying days of my youth I swayed my leaves and flowers in the sun Now I may wither into the truth.
William Butler YeatsSomewhere beyond the curtain Of distorting days Lives that lonely thing That shone before these eyes Targeted, trod like Spring.
William Butler Yeats