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- I have spread my dreams beneath your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams...
William Butler Yeats, He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven
- 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?
William Butler Yeats, Among School Children
- Many times man lives and dies
Between his two eternities.
William Butler Yeats, Under Ben Bulben
- Be secret and exult,
For of all things known
That is most difficult.
William Butler Yeats