The Happiest of the Poets in Ideas of Good and Evil by William Butler Yeats.
“He may not have been, indeed he was not, among the very greatest of the poets, but he was among the greatest of those who prepare the last reconciliation when the Cross shall blossom with roses.” [via]
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