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.
~ William Butler Yeats ~
3 comments:
Lovely. The man was brilliant.
Oh, my. I don't know what Yeats was talking about, but that photo....Damn!
What a lovely poem.
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