Sunday, September 8, 2013

He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven

Had I the heaven's 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

With that, I am undone. 
I am completely in awe of these words

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