Through winter-time we call on spring,
And through the spring on summer call,
And when the abounding hedges ring
Declare that winter's best of all:
And after that there's nothing good
Because the spring time has not come-
Not know that what disturbs our blood
Is but its longing for the tomb.


W.B. Yeats: the poems (ed. Phoenix, 1945)

William Butler Yeats Quotes

Through winter-time we call on spring, And through the spring on summer call, And when the abounding hedges ring Declare that winter's best of all:...

Through winter-time we call on spring, And through the spring on summer call, And when the abounding hedges ring Declare that winter's best of all:...

Through winter-time we call on spring, And through the spring on summer call, And when the abounding hedges ring Declare that winter's best of all:...

Through winter-time we call on spring, And through the spring on summer call, And when the abounding hedges ring Declare that winter's best of all:...