The men and women$$$ who desire to obtain seats in the celestial kingdom$$$ will find that they must battle everyday.

Ah$$$ you may tell the girls that they must now get their turn. My punishment was to last till I was thought worthy of a reward for the way I done my duty. You'll see me no more.

The fascination of what's difficult has dried the sap out of my veins and rent spontaneous joy and natural content out of my heart.

O hiding hair and dewy eyes$$$ <br>I am no more with life and death$$$ <br>My heart upon his warm heart lies$$$ <br>My breath is mixed into his breath.

Labor is blossoming or dancing where<br>The body is not bruised to pleasure soul<br>Nor beauty born out of its own despair$$$<br>Nor blear-eyed wisdom out of midnight oil.

Every one is a visionary$$$ if you scratch him deep enough. But the Celt is a visionary without scratching.

Come near$$$ that no more blinded by man's fate$$$<br>I find under the boughs of love and hate$$$<br>In all poor foolish things that live a day$$$<br>Eternal beauty wandering on her way.

And pluck till time and times are done <br>The silver apples of the moon$$$ the golden apples of the sun.

We have fallen in the dreams the ever-living<br>Breathe on the tarnished mirror of the world$$$<br>And then smooth out with ivory hands and sigh.

Cast a cold eye<br>on life$$$ on death<br>Horseman pass by.