And God stands winding His lonely horn, And time and the world are ever in flight.

If what I say resonates with you, it's merely because we're branches of the same tree.

The falcon cannot hear the falconer

Odor of blood when Christ was slain Made all Platonic tolerance vain And vain all Doric discipline.

Land of Heart's Desire Where beauty has no ebb, decay no flood, But joy is wisdom, time an endless song.

I have desired, like every artist, to create a little world out of the beautiful, pleasant, and significant things of this marred and clumsy world, and to show in a vision something of the face of Ireland to any of my own people who would look where I bid them. I have therefore written down accurately and candidly much that I have heard and seen, and, except by way of commentary, nothing that I have merely imagined.

Ecstasy is from the contemplation of things vaster than the individual and imperfectly seen perhaps, by all those that still live.