'But I, being poor, have only my dreams; / I have spread my dreams under your feet...'

By turns joyful and despairing, some of the twentieth century's greatest verse on fleeting youth, fervent hopes and futile sacrifice.

'But I, being poor, have only my dreams; / I have spread my dreams under your feet...'

By turns joyful and despairing, some of the twentieth century's greatest verse on fleeting youth, fervent hopes and futile sacrifice.