And as imagination bodies forth
The forms of things unknown, the poet’s pen
Turns them to shapes and gives to airy nothing
A local habitation and a name.
– WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE (A MIDSUMMER NIGHT’S DREAM)
And as imagination bodies forth
The forms of things unknown, the poet’s pen
Turns them to shapes and gives to airy nothing
A local habitation and a name.
– WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE (A MIDSUMMER NIGHT’S DREAM)