He Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven – by WB Yeats


Had I the heavens’ 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.



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From -
The Wind Among the Reeds. 1899
36. Aedh Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven
(c) Estate & Publishers of William Butler Yeats (1865–1939)
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