Consume my heart away, sick with desire And fastened to a dying animal It knows not what it is, and gather me Into the artifice of eternity.
William Butler YeatsFor he would be thinking of love Till the stars had run away And the shadows eaten the moon.
William Butler YeatsThe mystical life is at the centre of all that I do and all that I think and all that I write.
William Butler YeatsBefore The World Was Made If I make the lashes dark and the eyes more bright and the lips more scarlet, or ask if all be right from mirror after mirror, no vanity's displayed: I'm looking for the face I had before the world was made. What if I look upon a man as though on my beloved, and my blood be cold the while and my heart unmoved? Why should he think me cruel or that he is betrayed? I'd have him love the thing that was before the world was made.
William Butler Yeats