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.

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

3 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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