The labor of the alchemists, who were called artist in their day, is a befitting comparison for a deliberate change of style.

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

On limestone quarried near the spot By his command these words are cut: Cast a cold eye On life, on death. Horseman, pass by!

Like a long-legged fly upon the stream / His mind moves upon silence.

...How many loved your moments of glad grace, And loved your beauty with love false or true, But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face... "When You Are Old And Gray

Fairies in Ireland are sometimes as big as we are, sometimes bigger, and sometimes, as I have been told, about three feet high.

The labor of the alchemists, who were called artist in their day, is a befitting comparison for a deliberate change of style.