FASHION THEATRE VISUAL ART CREATIVE WRITING MEDIA
Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths
Enwrought with golden and silver 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.
W.B. YEATS 1865 - 1939
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