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It is love that I am seeking for, But of a beautiful, unheard-of kind That is not in the world.

William Butler Yeats

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And I will find some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow, Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings.
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Morning Myself Peace Sing Slow
And pluck till time and times are done the silver apples of the moon the golden apples of the sun.
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Gold Silver Sun Time
We taste and feel and see the truth. We do not reason ourselves into it.
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Feeling Ourselves Reason Taste Truth
If what I say resonates with you, it’s merely because we’re branches of the same tree.
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Connection Myself Relatable Tree Yourself
Yet they that know all things but know That all this life can give us is, A child’s laughter, a woman’s kiss.
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Children Kiss Laughter Life Woman
There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow, And evening full of the linnet’s wings.
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Appearance Beautiful Day Glow Season Wings
Everything that’s lovely is But a brief, dreamy kind of delight.
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Brief Delight Dreams Kind Love
Think where man’s glory most begins and ends, and say my glory was I had such friends.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS

Beginning Friendship Glory Man Myself Thinking
I believe that our memories are part of one great memory, the memory of Nature herself.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS

Believe Memories Myself Nature
When two close kindred meet, What better than call a dance?
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Better Call Connection Dance Togetherness
Rose of all Roses, Rose of all the World! You, too, have come where the dim tides are hurled. Upon the wharves of sorrow, and heard ring The bell that calls us on; the sweet far thing.
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Nature Rose Sweet Time World Yourself
Think like a wise man but communicate in the language of the people.
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Communication Language People Thinking Wisdom
From our birthday, until we die, Is but the winking of an eye.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS

Born Death Eyes Life Short Time Wink
It is so many years before one can believe enough in what one feels even to know what the feeling is.
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Believe Enough Feeling Oneself Time
The winds that awakened the stars Are blowing through my blood.
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Alive Awake Blood Blow Myself Nature Space Stars Wind
The best lack all conviction, while the worst are full of passionate intensity.
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Best Intense Passionate Worst

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