Locke sank into a swoon; The Garden died; God took the spinning-jenny Out of his side. — William Butler Yeats
Test every work of intellect or faith and everything that your own hands have wrought. — William Butler Yeats
Many ingenious lovely things are gone / That seemed sheer miracle to the multitude… — William Butler Yeats
All that we did, all that we said or sang must come from contact with the soil. — William Butler Yeats