Yeats, you need ten years in the library, but I have need of ten years in the wilderness. Votes: 6
Sombre and rich, the skies; Great glooms, and starry plains. Gently the night wind sighs; Else a vast silence reigns. Votes: 6
While death and darkness girdle me I grope for immortality. Votes: 5
Mine is the sultry sunset when the skiesTremble with strange, intolerable thunder:And at the dead of an hushed night, these eyesDraw down the soaring oracles winged with wonder Votes: 4
Come! our world is done:For all the witchery of the world is fled,And lost all wanton wisdom long since won. Votes: 1
Yet, when the city sleeps; When all the cries are still: The stars and heavenly deeps Work out a perfect will. Votes: 0