The friends that have it I do wrong Whenever I remake a song Should know what issue is at stake, It is myself that I remake. - William Butler Yeats

When one gets quiet, then something wakes up inside one, something happy and quiet like the stars.

I gave what other women gave That stepped out of their clothes, But when this soul, its body off, Naked to naked goes, He it has found shall find therein What none other knows, And give his own and take his own And rule in his own right; And though it loved in misery Close and cling so tight, There’s not a bird of day that dare Extinguish that delight.

All teeth were drawn, all ancient tricks unlearned,
And a great army but a showy thing;
What matter that no cannon had been turned
Into a ploughshare?