Thursday, April 26, 2012

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

William Butler Yeats (1865-1939)

Is it a cliche to love this poem? Don't care. I love it.

1 comment:

Anne said...

I have always loved it too!