Quotations and Literature Forum

Yeats is my all time favourite poet

I like these;

I balanced all, brought all to mind,
The years to come seemed waste of breath,
A waste of breath the years behind
In balance with this life, this death.
~ W B Yeats, An Irish Airman Forsees His Death

I bring you with reverent hands
The books of my numberless dreams,
~ W B Yeats, A Poet To His Beloved

I hear white Beauty sighing, too,
For hours when all must fade like dew.
But flame on flame, and deep on deep,
Throne over throne where in half sleep,
Their swords upon their iron knees,
Brood her high lonely mysteries.
~ W B Yeats, He Remembers Forgotten Beauty