It was 101 years ago today that Irish poet and playwright WB Yeats was presented with the Nobel Prize for Literature.

Under bare Ben Bulben's head
In Drumcliff churchyard Yeats is laid.
An ancestor was rector there
Long years ago, a church stands near,
By the road an ancient cross.
No marble, no conventional phrase;
On limestone quarried near the spot
By his command these words are cut:

Cast a cold eye
On life, on death.
Horseman, pass by!

From 'Under Ben Bulben' by WB Yeats