Sunday, January 25, 2009

hE WisHes FOr tHe CLoTHs Of hEavEn

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.

(from He Wishes For the Cloths of Heaven by W.B.Yeats)

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