But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
In dreams begins responsibility.
Take, if you must, this little bag of dreams, Unloose the cord, and they will wrap you round.
Life moves out of a red flare of dreams into a common light of common hours, until old age bring the red flare again.
Dream, dream, for this is also sooth.
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
A man who does not exist,A man who is but a dream.
Never give all the heart, for love Will hardly seem worth thinking of To passionate women if it seem Certain, and they never dream That it fades out from kiss to kiss For everything that's lovely is But a brief, dreamy kind delight.
For men improve with the yearsAnd yet, and yet,Is this my dream, or the truth
Everything that man esteems Endures a moment or a day. Love's pleasure drives his love away, The painter's brush consumes his dreams.
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