“I have outlasted all desire, My dreams and I have grown apart; My grief alone is left entire, The gleamings of an empty heart. The storms of ruthless dispensation Have struck my flowery garland numb, I live in lonely desolation And wonder when my end will come. Thus on a naked tree-limb, blasted By tardy winter s whistling chill, A single leaf which has outlasted Its season will be trembling still.”
“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)”
“What if you slept And what if In your sleep You dreamed And what if In your dream You went to heaven And there plucked a strange and beautiful flower And what if When you awoke You had that flower in you hand Ah, what then?”