“Burdensome beauty - for your sole sake Heaven has put away the stroke of her doom, So great her portion in that peace you make By merely walking in a room. (Broken Dreams” BeautyAgingOld Age Book:The Collected Poems of W.B. Yeats Source: The Collected Poems of W.B. Yeats
“Consume my heart away; sick with desire And fastened to a dying animal It knows not what it is; and gather me Into the artifice of eternity. (Sailing to Byzantium)” AgeEternityAging Book:The Collected Poems of W.B. Yeats Source: The Collected Poems of W.B. Yeats