Considering that, all hatred driven hence, The soul recovers radical innocence And learns at last that it is self-delighting, Self-appeasing, self-affrighting, And that its own sweet will is Heaven’s will; She can, though every face should scowl And every windy quarter howl Or every bellows burst, be happy still.
WB Yeats, from A Prayer For My Daughter, 1919
earlier in the poem there is the astonishing line:
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Considering that, all hatred driven hence,
The soul recovers radical innocence
And learns at last that it is self-delighting,
Self-appeasing, self-affrighting,
And that its own sweet will is Heaven’s will;
She can, though every face should scowl
And every windy quarter howl
Or every bellows burst, be happy still.
WB Yeats, from A Prayer For My Daughter, 1919
earlier in the poem there is the astonishing line:
Out of the murderous innocence of the sea.
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