William Butler Yeats
He wishes for the cloths of heaven
Had I
the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
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Love is, above all, the gift of oneself. - Jean Anouilh,
When I am sad and
weary. When I think all hope has gone.
When I walk along High Holborn, I think of you with nothing on
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Adrian Mitchell
Those have most power to hurt us that we love. - Francis Beaumont,
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