But I being Poor, have only my dreams
I have spread my dreams under your feet
Tread softly, for you tread on my dreams
William Butler Yeats
Reply
Tag Archives: Dreams
Ernest Dowson
They are not long, the days of wine and roses
Out of a misty dream
Our path emerges for a while, then closes
With in a dream
Shakespeare
We are such stuff
As dreams are made on , and our little life
Is rounded out with a sleep
Poem – Dreams
All people dream, but not equally.
Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their mind,
Wake in the morning to find that it was vanity.
But the dreamers of the day are dangerous people,
For they dream their dreams with open eyes,
And make them come true.
