He Wishes For The Cloths of Heaven

[rach_87]

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.

Comments

[c_wilson88]

i loev that poem so much
=]
its so cute