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Anyone help with this (which came up on another list)? Robin ___________________________ << I am haunted - well, fairly spooked - by a sentence from some old essay(?) by William Butler Yeats. It is something like: "The doctors have told us that our dreams are but phantoms of the night caused by sexual desire; but of what is sexual intercourse the phantom?" If any Irish poets -or anyone - on the list can give me the correct attribution for this, which may be garbled, of course, by the imperfections of my ailing brain, I would be most grateful. The quote might be an epigraph for current work-in-progress/regress. >>