William Butler Yeats

But I, being poor, have only my dreams. I have spread my dreams under your feet; tread softly, because you read more

But I, being poor, have only my dreams. I have spread my dreams under your feet; tread softly, because you tread on my dreams.

Art bids us touch and taste and hear and see the world, and shrinks from what Blake calls mathematic form, read more

Art bids us touch and taste and hear and see the world, and shrinks from what Blake calls mathematic form, from every abstract form, from all that is of the brain only.

Wine comes in at the mouth And love comes in at the eye; That's all we shall know for truth read more

Wine comes in at the mouth And love comes in at the eye; That's all we shall know for truth Before we grow old and die.

I am still of opinion that only two topics can be of the least
interest to a serious and read more

I am still of opinion that only two topics can be of the least
interest to a serious and studious mood--sex and the dead.

Think where man's glory most begins and ends, And say my glory was I had such friends.

Think where man's glory most begins and ends, And say my glory was I had such friends.