I Sing what was lost and dread what was won, / I walk in a battle fought over again.
William Butler YeatsMany ingenious lovely things are gone / That seemed sheer miracle to the multitude.
William Butler YeatsHearts with one purpose alone/Through summer and winter seem/Enchanted to a stone/To trouble the living stream.
William Butler YeatsLet the minor genius go his light way and enjoy his life - the great nature cannot so live, he is never really in holiday mood, even though he often plucks flowers by the wayside and ties them into knots and garlands like little children and lays out on a sunny morning.
William Butler Yeats