"We had stood for some few minutes, so far as I can recollect, looking over the fields full of stones and brambles and elder-bushes, when I saw a small bright light on the horizon, as it seemed, mounting up slowly towards the sky; then we saw other faint lights for a minute or two, and at last a bright flame like the flame of a torch moving rapidly over the river.  We saw it all in such a dream, and it seems all so unreal, that I have never written of it until now, and hardly ever spoken of it,..........."

W. B. Yeats
The Celtic Twilight

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----My rhymes more than their rhyming tell
Of the dim wisdoms old and deep,
That God gives unto man in sleep.
For the elemental beings go
About my table to and fro.
In flood and fire and clay and wind,
They huddle from man's pondering mind;
Yet he who treads in austere ways
May surely meet their ancient gaze.

~excerpt from the poem, To Ireland in the Coming Times
William Butler Yeats