Sunday, 28 September 2014
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.
Photo of The Cathar Memorial, Minerve, by Alistair
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