Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and … - William Butler Yeats

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Human beings are human beings. They say what they want, don't they? They used to say it across the fence while they were hanging wash. Now they just say it on the Internet.

William Butler Yeats

Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half light, I would spread the cloths under your feet: But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

Dark, Dream, Heavens, Light, Night, Poor

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When You Are Old" WHEN you are old and grey and full of sleep, And nodding by the fire, take down this book, And slowly read, and dream of the soft look Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep; How many loved your moments of glad grace, And loved your beauty with love false or true, But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face; And bending down beside the glowing bars, Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled And paced upon the mountains overhead And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.

Book, Dream, Murmur, Pilgrim, Stars, Take

What man does not understand, he fears; and what he fears, he tends to destroy.

Destroy, Doe, Fears, Men, Tends, Understand

A daughter of a King of Ireland, heard A voice singing on a May Eve like this, And followed half awake and half asleep, Until she came into the Land of Faery, Where nobody gets old and godly and grave, Where nobody gets old and crafty and wise, Where nobody gets old and bitter of tongue. And she is still there, busied with a dance Deep in the dewy shadow of a wood, Or where stars walk upon a mountain-top.

Daughter, Land, Nobody, Old, Stars, Wise

There are no strangers here; Only friends you haven't yet met.

Friends, Friendship, Inspirational, Life, Met, Strangers

The Irishman sustains himself during brief periods of joy by the knowledge that tragedy is just around the corner.

Corner, Irishman, Joy, Periods, Tragedy