A short poem but infinitely deep and moving.
He Wishes For The Cloths of Heaven
Had I the heavens' embroidered cloth,
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
- William Butler Yeats
He Wishes For The Cloths of Heaven
Had I the heavens' embroidered cloth,
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
- William Butler Yeats
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