What were all the world's alarms To mighty Paris when he found Sleep upon a golden bed That first dawn in Helen's arms?
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 YeatsI kiss you and kiss you, With arms around my own, Ah, how shall I miss you, When, dear, you have grown.
William Butler Yeats