"A pity beyond all telling is hid in the heart of love."
William Butler Yeats
"Too long a sacrifice can make a stone of the heart. O when may it suffice?"
William Butler Yeats
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea / By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown / Till human voices wake us, and we drown.
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Blessed are the forgetful, for they get the better even of their blunders.
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