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
"He Wishes For the Cloths of Heaven"
from the Collected Works of W.B. Yeats
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