March 17
Companions of the Way (Evening)Our hearts find no rest until they rest in Thee.
"LOVE, we go
To the Island of Forgetfulness, for lo!
The Islands of Dancing and of Victories
Are empty of all power."
"And which of these
Is the Island of Content?"
"None know," she said,
And on my bosom laid her weeping head.
W. B.
YEATS