Saturday, February 26, 2011

Cloths of Heaven by W. B. Yeats

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.

This poem epitomizes exactly what I'm feeling at this particular moment in my life. I have very little to give, but I'm more than willing to give everything I have for a person that I care deeply about.


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