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Title: He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven Post by: ahkil on October 13, 2007, 02:09:06 AM W. B. Yeats
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 on my dreams. |