- from The Wanderings of Oisin, Book I (c. 1892.)

...And in a wild and sudden dance
We mocked at Time and Fate & Chance...
And gathering on our brows a frown,
Bent all our swaying bodies down,
And to the waves that glimmer by
That sloping green De Danaan sod
'God is joy and joy is God,

And things that have grown sad are wicked,

And things that fear the dawn of the morrow

Or the grey wandering osprey Sorrow.'

[lines 290f; by William Butler Yeats.]