I Sing what was lost and dread what was won, / I walk in a battle fought over again.
William Butler YeatsFair and foul are near of kin And fair needs foul," I cried. "My friends are gone, but that's a truth Nor grave nor bed denied."
William Butler YeatsI balanced all, brought all to mind, the years to come seemed waste of breath, a waste of breath the years behind, in balance with this life, this death.
William Butler YeatsA man in his own secret meditation / Is lost amid the labyrinth that he has made / In art or politics.
William Butler Yeats