And the days are not full enough
And the nights are not full enough
And life slips by like a field mouse
Not shaking the grass
~ Ezra Pound ~
2009-05-10
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And the days are not full enough
And the nights are not full enough
And life slips by like a field mouse
Not shaking the grass
~ Ezra Pound ~
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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 ~