To Bioware and EA, a poem....

GrandAm

Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,

Enwrought with golden and silver light,

The blue and the dim and the dark cloths

Of night and light and the half-light,

I would spread the cloths under your feet:

But I, being poor, have only my dreams;

I have spread my dreams under your feet;

Tread softly because you tread on my dreams

Not me, but a man named William Yeats.  The text says it all though...

http://www.davidpbrown.co.uk/poetry/william-butler-yeats.html

 

ronan32

and a great irish man too