William Butler Yeats Sad Quotations

The hour of the waning of love has beset us,And weary and worn are our sad souls now;Let us part, ere the season of passion forget us,With a kiss and a tear on thy drooping brow.

The wind blows out of the gates of the day, The wind blows over the lonely of heart, And the lonely of heart is withered away.

But Love has pitched his mansion in the place of excrement. For nothing can be sole or whole that has not been rent.

Hearts are not had as a gift, But hearts are earned...