A terrible beauty

​For all that is done and said. We know their dream; enough 

To know they dreamed and are dead; What if excess of love Bewildered them till they died? 

I write it out in a verse – MacDonagh and MacBride And Connolly and Pearse Now and in time to be, 

Wherever green is worn, Are changed, changed utterly: A terrible beauty is born. 

Easter 1916 

William Butler Yeats.

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