The Song of Wandering Aengus, by William Butler Yeats
> I went out to the hazel wood, Because a fire was in my head, And cut and peeled a hazel wand, And hooked a berry »
The Second Coming, by William Butler Yeats
> Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon »
The Lake Isle of Innisfree, by W.B. Yeats
> I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree, And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made: Nine bean-rows will I »