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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.
----William Butler Yeats

For I dipped into the future, far as human eye could see,
Saw the Vision of the world, and all the wonder that would be.
Alfred Lord Tennyson

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... WHEN ONE LOOKS INTO THE DARKNESS THERE IS ALWAYS SOMETHING THERE...

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The tragedy of sexual intercourse is the perpetual virginity of the soul.
---W. B. Yeats

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... the common people are always ready to blame the beautiful.

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