I spit into the face of time that has transfigured me

I am of a healthy long lived race, and our minds improve with age.

Myself I must remake.

Cast your mind on other days that we in coming days may be still the indomitable Irishry.

It is so many years before one can believe enough in what one feels even to know what the feeling is

I think it better that in times like these a poet's mouth be silent, for in truth we have no gift to set a statesman right.

I carry from my mother's womb a fanatic's heart.