William Butler Yeats Quotes

I would that we were, my beloved, white birds on the foam of the sea! We tire of the flame of the meteor, before it can fadeand flee; And the flame of the blue star of twilight, hung low on the rim of the sky, Has awaked in our hearts, my beloved, a sadness that may not die.
William Butler Yeats
William Butler Yeats

Quotes to Explore

This site uses cookies. By continuing to use this website, you agree to our policies regarding the use of cookies.