I call on those that call me son, Grandson, or great-grandson, On uncles, aunts, great-uncles or great-aunts, To judge what I have done. Have I, that put it into words, Spoilt what old loins have sent?

Cuchulain stirred, Stared on the horses of the sea, and heard The cars of battle and his own name cried; And fought with the invulnerable tide.

Once out of nature I shall never take My bodily form from any natural thing, But such a form as Grecian goldsmiths make Of hammered gold and gold enameling To keep a drowsy Emperor awake; Or set upon a golden bough to sing To lords and ladies of Byzantium Of what is past, or passing, or to come.

It is so many years before one can believe enough in what one feels even to know what the feeling is

Come Fairies, take me out of this dull world, for I would ride with you upon the wind and dance upon the mountains like a flame!

I'm looking for the face I had, before the world was made.

The soul of man is of the imperishable substance of the stars!