He Wishes For The Cloths of Heaven.



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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