'Men's hearts of old were drops of flameThat from the saffron morning came,Or drops of silver joy that fellOut of the moon's pale twisted shell;But now hearts cry that hearts are slaves,And toss and turn in narrow caves;But here there is nor law nor rule,Nor have hands held a weary tool;And here there is nor Change nor Death,But only kind and merry breath,For joy is God and God is joy.'"The Wanderings of Oisin", William Butler Yeats
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Beautiful!!
I put up something for St. Patrick's Day, too. On my blog.
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