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He Wishes For Cloths of Heaven

He Wishes For 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

I wouldn't know of this poem if it weren't for duranorak. I think it's beautiful, and magical, and other wonderous things that can't be articulated. I can see it, when I read it.
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!!!!!

I only saw this today! Oh, angel. I love you so much. I'm so sorry I missed this when you posted it.

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