(13 June 1865 – 28 January 1939 / County Dublin / Ireland)

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.

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Yeats words, heavy and true. A legend of poetry Mr. Yeats.
The poem ends with a prayer not to tread hard on the dreams. The contrasting dreams and the poverty are left to the God to decide upon as to which one is to prevail.
I believed that I had heard of a slightly different quote: ...but I, being poor, have only my dreams. I spread my dreams beneath your feet, tread softly, lest you tread on my dreams. Do you have any info on this version?
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