Ephemera Your eyes that once were never weary of mine Are bowed in sorrow under pendulous lids, Because our love is waning." And then she: "Although our love is waning, let us stand By the lone border of the lake once more, Together in that hour of gentleness When the poor tired child, Passion, falls asleep: How far away the stars seem, and how far Is our first kiss, and ah, how old my heart!" Pensive they paced along the faded leaves, While slowly he whose hand held hers replied: "Passion has often worn our wandering hearts." The woods were round them, and the yellow leaves Fell like faint meteors in the gloom, and once A rabbit old and lame limped down the path; Autumn was over him: and now they stood On the lone border of the lake once more: Turning, he saw that she had thrust dead leaves Gathered in silence, dewy as her eyes, In bosom and hair. "Ah, do not mourn," he said, "That we are tired, for other loves await us; Hate on and love through unrepining hours. Before us lies eternity; our souls Are love, and a continual farewell.
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Burke; we are the people of Swift,... WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS The innocent and the beautiful Have no enemy but time WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS And say my glory was I had such friends. WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS An aged man is but a paltry thing, a tattered coat upon a stick. WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS A pity beyond all telling is hid in the heart of love. WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and ... WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS Every conquering temptation represents a new fund of moral energy. Every trial endured and weathered... WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS I call on those that call me son,Grandson, or great-grandson,On uncles, aunts, great-uncles or great... WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS When two close kindred meetWhat better than call a dance? WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS We were the last romantics -- chose for themeTraditional sanctity and loveliness. WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS You know what the Englishman's idea of compromise is? He says, Some people say there is a God. S... WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS Be secret and exult, Because of all things known That is most difficult. WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS Out of Ireland have we come, great hatred, little room, maimed us at the start. I carry from my moth... WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS