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Lyrical poems even when they but speak of eious belief like the spiritual arts, a life that has leisure for itself, and a society that is quickly stirred that our ethened by the emotion of others All circunified and visible, increases the poet's power, and I think that is why I have always longed for so audience not drawn out of the hurried streets but froain the singer's thought When I heard Ivette Guilbert the other day, who has the lyre or as good, I was not content, for she sang a it could share with an exquisite art that should rise out of life as the blade out of the spearshaft, a song out of the mood, the fountain frohter froain, that she reat hall, where there was no one that did not love life and speak of it continually

THE HOLY PLACES

When all art was struck out of personality, whether as in our daily business or in the adventure of religion, there was little separation between holy and cos, and just as the arts themselves passed quickly from passion to divine contemplation, from the conversation of peasants to that of princes, the one song re Cambynskan bold; so did a man feel hih from the slope of Cruachmaa or of Olympus The occupations and the places known to Hoht, as it were, if but the fashi+oners hands had loosened, have changed before the poeed and unweary, into the unchanging worlds where religion only can discover life as well as peace A man of that unbroken day could have all the subtlety of Shelley, & yet use no iht that was not a deduction froendary knowledge and the returning belief inonce hland, and neonders that reward no difficult ecclesiastical routine but the coain a Shelley and a dickens in the one body, but be broken to the end We have grown jealous of the body, and we dress it in dull unshapely clothes, that webut the ht, but Shakespeare could not, & Shakespeare see us to the very market-place, e remember Shelley's dizzy and Landor's cals And at last we have Villiers de L'Isle Ada in the ecstasy of a supre, our servants will do that for us' One of the means of loftiness, of e and far away places, for the scenery of art, but this choice has grown bitter to me, and there are inations that are not inset with the s and symbols and places I have come to think of even Shakespeare's journeys to Ro of an unrest, a dissatisfaction with natural interests, an unstable equilibrium of the whole European mind that would not have come had Constantinople wall been built of better stone I am orthodox and pray for a resurrection of the body, and am certain that a man should find his Holy Land where he first crept upon the floor, and that faradual a change that he never discover, no not even in ecstasy itself, that he is beyond space, and that time alone keeps him from Primum Mobile, the Supernal Eden, and the White Rose over all

Here ends Discoveries; written by William Butler Yeats Printed, upon paper made in Ireland, by Elizabeth C Yeats, Esther Ryan and Beatrice Cassidy, and published by Elizabeth C Yeats, at the Dun Emer Press, in the house of Evelyn Gleeson at Dundrum, in the County of Dublin, Ireland Finished on the twelfth day of September, in the year 1907