He wishes for the Cloths of Heaven

Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,

Enwrought with golden and sliver 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 (Digital artwork by Shiloh Jenz.)

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