• Out of Ireland have we come, great hatred, little room, maimed us at the start. I carry from my mother's womb a fanatic heart.

    William Butler Yeats: Out of Ireland have we come, great hatred, little room, maimed us at the start. I carry from my mother's womb a fanatic heart.
    Words for Music Perhaps and Other Poems (1932) "Remorse for Intemperate Speech"