“... Those masterful images because complete Grew in pure mind, but out of what began? A mound of refuse or the sweepings… — W.B. Yeats Copy Share Image
Now that my ladder's gone, I must lie down where all my ladders start, In the foul rag-and-bone shop of the heart. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“I must lie down where all the ladders start, in the foul rag and bone shop of the heart.” — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
