Wednesday, March 28, 2012

He wishes for the Cloths of Heaven

     - W.B. Yeats

two feet on a purple heart of rock in the stone walkway
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 upon my dreams.

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