I made my song a coat Covered with embroideries Out of old mythologies From heel to throat But the fools caught it, Wore it in the world's eyes As though they'd wrought it. Song, let them take it, For there's more enterprise In walking naked.
William Butler YeatsLocke sank into a swoon; The Garden died; God took the spinning-jenny Out of his side.
William Butler YeatsIf what I say resonates with you, it's merely because we're branches of the same tree.
William Butler Yeats