There is another world, but it is in this one.

I will arise and go now, for always night and day I hear lake water lapping...I hear it in the deep heart's core.

We are no petty people. We are one of the great stocks of Burke; we are the people of Swift, the people of Emmet, the people of Parnell. We have created most of the modern literature of this country. We have created the best of its political intelligence.

And a softness came from the starlight and filled me full to the bone.

Nor law, nor duty bade me fight, Nor public men, nor cheering crowds, A lonely impulse of delight Drove to this tumult in the clouds.

I sat, a solitary man, In a crowded London shop, An open book and empty cup On the marble table-top. While on the shop and street I gazed My body of a sudden blazed; And twenty minutes more or less It seemed, so great my happiness, That I was blessed and could bless.

I have no question: It is enough, I know what fixed the station Of star and cloud. And knowing all, I cry. . . .