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I have no name I am but two days old.- What shall I call thee? I happy am Joy is my name,- Sweet joy befell thee!
Pretty joy! Sweet joy but two days old. Sweet joy I call thee: Thou dost smile. I sing the while Sweet joy befell thee.
  • "Infant Joy ---William Blake
I spit into the face of Time That has transfigured me. ---Yeats. W. B. (William Butler)
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We can make our minds so like still water that beings gather about us that they may see, it may be, their own images, and so live for a moment with a clearer, perhaps even with a fiercer life because of our quiet. ----William Butler Yeats
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