A Coat

I made my song a coat

Covered with embroideries

Out of old mythologies

from heel to throat;

But the fools caught it,

Wore it in the world’s eye

As though they’d wrought it.

Song, let them take it

For there’s more enterprise

In walking naked.

–William Butler Yeats From: W.B. Yeats, Selected Poems, Gramercy Books, 1992