"I have spread my dreams beneath your feet;/
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams...“ W.B. Yeats.
Monday, September 3, 2007
Endless doubt
Like to an hermit poor in place obscure, I mean to spend my days of endless doubt; To wail such woes as time cannot recure, Where none but Love shall ever find me out.
Sir Walter Raleigh (c. 1552-1668) _The Phoenix Nest_ [1593], "Sonnet"