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.
- - W. B. Yeats
2 comments:
This is one of the poems you wrote down in my special graduation book! I love it : )
it is one of my favorites... I love Yeats.
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