William Butler Yeats Quotes About Flowers

Quotes about: Flowers

• Beloved, gaze in thine own heart, The holy tree is growing there; From joy the holy branches start, And all the trembling flowers they bear. The changing colours of its fruit Have dowered the stars with metry light; The surety of its hidden root Has planted quiet in the night; The shaking of its leafy head Has given the waves their melody, And made my lips and music wed, Murmuring a wizard song for thee.

  William Butler Yeats

  Song, Stars, Flower

  William Butler Yeats (1962). “Poems of William Butler Yeats”, p.431, Hayes Barton Press

• but one loses, as one grows older, something of the lightness of one's dreams; one begins to take life up in both hands, and to care more for the fruit than the flower, and that is no great loss perhaps.

  William Butler Yeats

  Dream, Retirement, Flower

  William Butler Yeats (2015). “When You Are Old: Early Poems, Plays, and Fairy Tales”, p.222, Penguin

• Let the minor genius go his light way and enjoy his life - the great nature cannot so live, he is never really in holiday mood, even though he often plucks flowers by the wayside and ties them into knots and garlands like little children and lays out on a sunny morning.

  William Butler Yeats

  Morning, Children, Flower

• I cast my heart into my rhymes,
  That you, in the dim coming times,
  May know how my heart went with them
  After the red-rose-bordered hem.

  William Butler Yeats

  Flower, Heart, Rose

  William Butler Yeats (2015). “When You Are Old: Early Poems, Plays, and Fairy Tales”, p.140, Penguin

• 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.

  William Butler Yeats

  Sweet, Flower, Rose

  William Butler Yeats (2015). “When You Are Old: Early Poems, Plays, and Fairy Tales”, p.123, Penguin

• Though leaves are many, the root is one; Through all the lying days of my youth I swayed my leaves and flowers in the sun Now I may wither into the truth.

  William Butler Yeats

  Lying, Flower, Roots

  "The Coming of Wisdom with Time" l. 1 (1910)

• When an immortal passion breathes in mortal clay;
  Our hearts endure the scourge, the plaited thorns, the way
  Crowded with bitter faces, the wounds in palm and side,
  The vinegar-heavy sponge, the flowers by Kedron stream.

  William Butler Yeats

  Jesus, Flower, Passion

  William Butler Yeats (1997). “The Collected Works of W. B. Yeats: Volume I: The Poems, 2nd Edition”, p.68, Simon and Schuster

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