Ecstasy is from the contemplation of things vaster than the individual and imperfectly seen perhaps, by all those that still live.
William Butler Yeats (1865 - 1939)
Source: Dramatis Personae (1935)
Contributed by: Zaady
Evil comes to all us men of imagination wearing as its mask all the virtues.
Nothing that we love overmuch Is ponderable to our touch.
Source: Michael Robartes and the Dancer , 1921. Towards Break of Day, st. 3
Now I know That twenty centuries of stony sleep Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle, And what rough beast, its hour come round at last, Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
Source: Michael Robartes and the Dancer , 1921.
Wine comes in at the mouth And love comes in at the eye That's all we shall know for truth Before we grow old and die.
Source: The Green Helmet and Other Poems, 1910. A Drinking Song
Though leaves are many, the root is one; Through all the lying days of my youth I swayed my leaves and flowers in the sun Now I may wither into the truth.
Source: The Green Helmet and Other Poems, 1910. The Coming of Wisdom with Time
Words alone are certain good.
Source: Crossways, 1889, The Song of the Happy Shepherd
Be secret and exult, Because of all things known That is most difficult.
Source: Responsibilities. To a Friend Whose Work Has Come to Nothing
Under bare Ben Bulben's head In Drumcliff churchyard Yeats is laid.
Source: Last Poems, 1936–1939, Under Ben Bulben
see T. S. Eliot, 'Yeats the Poet' and W. H. Auden, 'Yeats the Poet'
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