To a Wealthy Man Who Promised a Second Subscription to the Dublin Literary Fund You whose great office is to give A great one’s bounty to love so much That all should read and something receive, With childish joy, I wish to touch.

And here, from the opulence of time, An olive branch, a flower, its scent of wine, And pearls of many a tranquil sea, Shall scent meets men of high and low degree.

• William Butler Yeats