All the words that I utter, And all the words that I write, Must spread out their wings untiring, And never rest in their flight, Till they come where your sad, sad heart is, And sing to you in the night, Beyond where the waters are moving, Storm-darken'd or starry bright.

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Yeats really penetrates the human soul with the depth of his caring, and shows it in his words! His natural lyricism and outstanding imagery resonate down the ages.

I love this poet!