All the words that I gather
And all the words that I write
Must spread out their wings untiring
And never rest in their flight,
Till they come where your sad, sad heart is,
And sing to you in the night,
Beyond where the waters are moving,
Storm-darkened or starry bright.
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Confirmed with Irish Fairy Tales, edited with an introduction by W. B. Yeats, London, T. Fisher Unwin, 1892, in the epigraph.
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Tous les mots que je rassemble
Et tous les mots que j'écris
Doivent inlassablement déployer leurs ailes
Et ne jamais cesser leur vol,
Jusqu'à ce qu'ils arrivent à ton triste, triste cœur,
Et qu'ils chantent pour toi dans la nuit,
Au-delà des eaux agitées,
Assombries par les tempêtes ou éclairées par les étoiles.