Wednesday, February 20, 2019 at 11:59AM
Drew Wolfe

William Butler Yeats II

The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.

I have spread my dreams under your feet.
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

For he would be thinking of love
Till the stars had run away
And the shadows eaten the moon.

Education is not the filling of a pail, but the lighting of a fire.

Life is a long preparation for something that never happens.

But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

WINE comes in at the mouth 
And love comes in at the eye; 
That's all we shall know for truth 
Before we grow old and die. 
I lift the glass to my mouth, 
I look at you, and sigh.

There is another world, but it is in this one.

Out of the quarrel with others we make rhetoric; out of the quarrel with ourselves we make poetry.


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