28 April 2010

Wishes and Dreams

He Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven by William Butler 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.

I lay my dreams at your feet, my friends. Have a beautiful Wednesday.


  1. *Melts* I love Yeats -- thanks for posting. Y'know, he has the same birthday as me! I'm extremely proud about it. :)

  2. loves it!!! i'm treading gently...