And pluck till time and times are done the silver apples of the moon the golden apples of the sun.
William Butler YeatsI wonder anybody does anything at Oxford but dream and remember, the place is so beautiful. One almost expects the people to sing instead of speaking. It is all like an opera.
William Butler YeatsAnd many a poor man that has roved Loved and thought himself beloved From a glad kindness cannot take his eyes.
William Butler YeatsFor the good are always the merry, / Save by an evil chance,/ And the merry love the fiddle,/ And the merry love to dance: / And when the folk there spy me,/ They will all come up to me, / With,โHere is the fiddler of Dooney!โ / And dance like a wave of the sea.
William Butler YeatsI had still the ambition, formed in Sligo in my teens, of living in imitation of Thoreau on Innisfree, a little island in Lough Gill, and when walking through Fleet Street very homesick I heard a little tinkle of water and saw a fountain in a shop window which balanced a little ball upon its jet, and began to remember lake water. From the sudden remembrance came my poem Innisfree.
William Butler Yeats