The Sunday Posts 2014/ He Wishes For The Cloths of Heaven



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.

WB Yeats
Photo of The Cathar Memorial, Minerve, by Alistair

Comments

dbs said…
One of my absolute favourites.
Rebecca S. said…
Lovely, and somehow, a bit sad to me. I hope she returned his affections!
Alistair said…
Thanks guys.
One of my absolute favourites too dbs.
It is lovely - and sad. That's love in so many ways. :-D

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