από celia
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
