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:
One of my absolute favourites.
Lovely, and somehow, a bit sad to me. I hope she returned his affections!
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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