Swift has sailed into his rest; Savage indignation there Cannot lacerate his breast Imitate him if you dare, World-besotted traveler; he Served human liberty.
William Butler YeatsI pray-for fashion's word is out And prayer comes round again- That I may seem, though I die old, A foolish, passionate man.
William Butler YeatsI have no question: It is enough, I know what fixed the station Of star and cloud. And knowing all, I cry. . . .
William Butler YeatsI heard the old, old, men say 'all that's beautiful drifts away, like the waters.'
William Butler Yeats