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.

by William Butler Yeats

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Wow! Delicate precious dreams. Lovit.👍👍👍
Oh wow rocking my legs, thought and dreams
A wonderful poet❣️
OMG that was my first Yeates poem, mind blowing. Pure GENIUS
Conductor Of The HEXHAM Male Voice Choir in U.K.we had a lovely arrangement of Cloths Of Heave
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