1919 in poetry

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.

—From A Prayer for My Daughter by W. B. Yeats, written on the birth of his daughter Anne on February 26

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