He Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven (W.B. Yeats)

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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 on my dreams.

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[ex-dontspeak556.livejournal.com]

that's one of my favorites. thanks for posting.