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  • I knew that I had seen, had seen at last
    That girl my unremembering nights hold fast
    Or else my dreams that fly
    If I should rub an eye,
    And yet in flying fling into my meat
    A crazy juice that makes the pulses beat.

    William Butler Yeats (1962). “Poems of William Butler Yeats”, p.233, Hayes Barton Press