I built a castle in the air
Wherein I live a life:

The walls of this, my edifice,
Are founded in the deepest mist.
Each building block, hewn from idea,
Are tied and glued by thought.
These join to form great lofty towers
From where I sit and pass the hours.

My subjects, mainly drawn from life,
are compelled to follow script:
We rehearse and play a hand
That only plays in castle land...

Invaders to this covert retreat,
Noise, duty and commonsense,
Wrest my thoughts from regal role
That I return to the practical.
But when I close my eyes, I see:
Cosy scenes from familiar themes
Unrelated to life's parcel
Majestically I raise my rod...
Onward! Construction of the castle!


But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams -Yeats