William Butler Yeats Wind Quotations

I hear the wind a blowI hear the grass a grow,And all that I know, I know.But I will not speak, I will run away.

I hear the wind a blow I hear the grass a grow, And all that I know, I know. But I will not speak, I will run away.

Because I helped to wind the clock, I come to hear it strike.

when we have blamed the wind we can blame love....

What if I bade you leave The cavern of the mind? There's better exercise In the sunlight and wind.

I, too, await The hour of thy great wind of love and hate. When shall the stars be blown about the sky, Like the sparks blown out of a smithy, and die?

Great Powers of falling wave and wind and windy fire, With your harmonious choir Encircle her I love and sing her into peace, That my old care may cease....

The winds awaken, the leaves whirl round, Our cheeks are pale, our hair is unbound, Our breasts are heaving, our eyes are agleam, Our arms are waving, our lips are apart....

O heart the winds have shaken, the unappeasable host Is comelier than candles at Mother Mary's feet.

If there's no hatred in a mind Assault and battery of the wind Can never tear the linnet from the leaf

An intellectual hatred is the worst, So let her think opinions are accursed. Have I not seen the loveliest woman born Out of the mouth of Plenty's horn, Because of her opinionated mind Barter that horn and every good By quiet natures understood For an old bellows full of angry wind?

I can exchange opinion with any neighbouring mind, I have as healthy flesh and blood as any rhymer's had, But O! my Heart could bear no more when the upland caught the wind; I ran, I ran, from my love's side because my Heart went mad.

While on that old grey stone I sat Under the old wind-broken tree, I knew that One is animate, Mankind inanimate phantasy.

Come let us mock at the good That fancied goodness might be gay, And sick of solitude Might proclaim a holiday: Wind shrieked and where are they?

Come let us mock at the great That had such burdens on the mind And toiled so hard and late To leave some monument behind, Nor thought of the leveling wind.