duminică, 18 martie 2012

Tread softly on my dreams...

HAD I the heavens' embroidered cloths,/
 Enwrought with the golden and silver light,/
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths/
 Of night and light and half-light,/
I would spread the cloths under your feet/
 But I, being poor, have only my dreams;/
I have spread my dreams beneath your feet; /
 Tread softly because you tread on my dreams... 

W.B. Yeats (1865–1939)
"He Wishes For the Cloths of Heaven"
from the Collected Works of W.B. Yeats

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