That toil of growing up; The ignominy of boyhood; the distress Of boyhood changing into man; The unfinished man and his pain.
William Butler YeatsLand of Heart's Desire Where beauty has no ebb, decay no flood, But joy is wisdom, time an endless song.
William Butler YeatsLife moves out of a red flare of dreams Into a common light of common hours, Until old age brings the red flare again.
William Butler Yeats