Monday, January 26, 2009

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.

William Butler Yeats

I like this poem, I thought you might too.


Judie and George said...


familybrew7 said...

Very nice poem, I like this one very much. The picture is really pretty too! :)