HOW should the world be luckier if this house, <br />Where passion and precision have been one <br />Time out of mind, became too ruinous <br />To breed the lidleSs eye that loves the sun? <br />And the sweet laughing eagle thoughts that grow <br />Where wings have memory of wings, and all <br />That comes of the best knit to the best? Although <br />Mean roof-trees were the sturdier for its fall. <br />How should their luck run high enough to reach <br />The gifts that govern men, and after these <br />To gradual Time's last gift, a written speech <br />Wrought of high laughter, loveliness and ease?<br /><br />William Butler Yeats<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/upon-a-house-shaken-by-the-land-agitation/
