Hope and Memory have one daughter and her name is Art, and she has built her dwelling far from the desperate field where men hang out their garments upon forked boughs to be banners of battle. O beloved daughter of Hope and Memory, be with me for a while.
William Butler YeatsBid imagination run / Much on the Great Questioner; / What He can question, what if questioned I / Can with a fitting confidence reply.
William Butler YeatsI am content to live it all again And yet again, if it be life to pitch Into the frog-spawn of a blind man's ditch.
William Butler Yeats