And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;...

Jonathan Swift made a soul for the gentlemen of this city by hating his neighbor as himself.

Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.

Never give all the heart, for love
Will hardly seem worth thinking of
To passionate women if it seem
Certain, and they never dream
That it fades out from kiss to kiss;
For everything that's lovely is
But a brief, dreamy, kind delight.
O Never give the heart outright,
For they, for all smooth lips can say,
Have given their hearts up to the play.
And who could play it well enough
If deaf and dumb and blind with love?
He that made this knows all the cost,
For he gave all his heart and lost.

I first came across 'The Lake Isle of Innisfree' in college, with other anthologized poems by Yeats.

A secret, if it’s kept, can be sweet and comforting, but once it leaks out it can turn on you with a vengeance.