I pray that I ever be weaving
An intellectual tune,
But weaving it out of threads
From the distaff of the moon.
Wisdom and dreams are one,
For dreams are the flowers ablow,
And Wisdom the fruit of the garden:
God planted him long ago.
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Wisdom and Dreams
by W. B. Yeats
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