Today’s quote is taken from ‘The Second Coming’ by W.B. Yeats.
‘The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;’
In Blood they came
In blood they came and blood they took,
For the sake of sins of some eastern race,
The black-robed men with the long-dead god.
In war they came and war they waged,
They brought the sword and the hanging rope,
The thin-lipped men with the cold, dead eyes.
They drove the hart from the mountain side,
The white hind fled from their chanting hoarse,
And the bright-haired folk fled across the sea.
The tide was once a lightsome thing,
Of the waves’ low song and the hiss of foam,
But heavy now with the weight of blood,
It washes in and it washes out,
And never in all these hungry years,
Has it washed the pain from this island’s heart.