Quotation by William Butler Yeats

We Irish, born into that ancient sect
But thrown upon this filthy modern tide
And by its formless spawning fury wrecked,
Climb to our proper dark, that we may trace
The lineaments of a plummet-measured face.
William Butler Yeats (1865–1939), Irish poet. The Statues (l. 28–32). . .

The Collected Poems of W. B. Yeats. Richard J. Finneran, ed. (1989) Macmillan.
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