Monday, April 6, 2009

He'll make you remember how to be a person

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.
He Wishes For The Cloths of Heaven by William Butler Yeats


Paperface said...

One of my favorite poems ever.

Calvin said...

I enjoy this one quite a lot too!