I have spread my dreams beneath your feet. Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
William Butler Yeats (1865 - 1939)
Contributed by: Fear of Fish
But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet. Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
Contributed by: Diana
A pity beyond all telling is hid in the heart of love.
Contributed by: Wendy
Cast a cold EyeOn Life, on DeathHorseman, pass by
Source: W.B. Yeats Obituary
Contributed by: ~C4Chaos
Beloved, gaze in thine own heart,
The holy tree is growing there;
From joy the holy branches start,
And all the trembling flowers they bear.
Source: The title of the poem is: The Two Trees
Contributed by: Laurie
Think like a wise man but communicate in the language of the people.
Nothing that we love overmuch Is ponderable to our touch.
Source: Michael Robartes and the Dancer , 1921. Towards Break of Day, st. 3
Contributed by: Zaady
Now I know That twenty centuries of stony sleep Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle, And what rough beast, its hour come round at last, Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
Source: Michael Robartes and the Dancer , 1921.
O chestnut tree, great rooted blossomer, Are you the leaf, the blossom or the bole? O body swayed to music, O brightening glance, How can we know the dancer from the dance.
Source: Among School Children
Somewhere beyond the curtain Of distorting days Lives that lonely thing That shone before these eyes Targeted, trod like Spring.
Source: The Winding Stair and Other Poems, 1933;. Quarrel in Old Age
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