My favourite poem...
Had I the Heavens' embroidered cloths;
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night, 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 under your fett,
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
- William Butler Yeats
1 comment:
I think Maud Gonne is a waste of space! how could someone refuse a man who wrote a moving and beautiful poem for her??
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