But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spr — William Butler Yeats

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

The Wind Among the Reeds. He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven

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