Before me floats an image, man or shade, / Shade more than man, more image than a shade.
William Butler YeatsAll the wild-witches, those most notable ladies For all their broom-sticks and their tears, Their angry tears, are gone.
William Butler YeatsChoose your companions from the best; Who draws a bucket with the rest soon topples down the hill.
William Butler YeatsA line will take us hours maybe; / Yet if it does not seem a moment's thought, / Our stitching and unstitching has been naught... Better go down upon your marrow-bones / And scrub a kitchen pavement, or break stones... For to articulate sweet sounds together / Is to work harder than all these, and yet / Be thought an idler by the noisy set.
William Butler Yeats