Quotes from the poetry, plays, and prose of William Butler Yeats.**From our birthday, until we die, Is but the winking of an eye**

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She sings as the moon sings: 'I am I, am I; The greater grows my light The further that I fly.' All creation shivers With that sweet cry.
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But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
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Time's bitter flood will rise, / Your beauty perish and be lost / For all eyes but these eyes.
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...I lie Under a broken tree. I could recover if I shrieked My heart's agony To passing bird, but I am dumb From human dignity.
The reeds are dancing by Coolaney lake, / And I would like to dance until the reeds / And the white waves have danced themselves asleep.
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I kiss you and the world begins to fade.
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But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
When my arms wrap you round I press My heart upon the loveliness That has long faded from the world;
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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
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W. B. Yeats retweeted
Wherever You Are and Whatever You Do, Be in Love. #Love
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My Soul is my guide.
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Raise your words, not voice. It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder.
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She sings as the moon sings: 'I am I, am I; The greater grows my light The further that I fly.' All creation shivers With that sweet cry.
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A soul moon appeared in the path of my heart. How precious is this journey.
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Be a lamp, or a lifeboat or a ladder. Help someone's soul heal.
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It's a long time since I've had a stroke of anything
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Under Ben Bulben's head In Drumcliff churchyard Yeats is laid.
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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
I carry the sun in a golden cup, The moon in a silver bag.
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I rise in the dawn, and I kneel and blow Till the seed of the fire flicker and glow;
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