"My mind, because the things that I have loved, The sort of beauty I have approved, Prosper but little, has dried up of late Yet knows that to be choked with hate May well be of all evil chances chief. If there's no hatred in the mind Assault and battery of the wind Can never tear the linnet from the leaf."
"My mind, because the things that I have loved,
ReplyDeleteThe sort of beauty I have approved,
Prosper but little, has dried up of late
Yet knows that to be choked with hate
May well be of all evil chances chief.
If there's no hatred in the mind
Assault and battery of the wind
Can never tear the linnet from the leaf."
W.B Yeats - "A Prayer for my Daughter"