“We know their dream; enoughTo know they dreamed and are dead;And what if excess of loveBewildered them till they died?”

“And what if excess of loveBewildered them till they died?”

“The woods of Arcady are dead,And over it their antique joy;Of old the world on dreaming fed;Gray Truth is now her painted toy.”

“We have fallen in the dreams the ever-livingBreathe on the tarnished mirror of the world,And then smooth out with ivory hands and sigh.”

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

“But I, being poor, have only my dreams;I have spread my dreams under your feet;Tread softly because you tread on my dreams."(Aedh Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven)”

“I have spread my dreams beneath your feet. Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.”