Sunday, March 17, 2013

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.


-- W.B. Yeats  
(for St. Patrick's Day, with grateful thanks to C.C.)

2 comments:

Lost in Provence said...

One of my very favorite Yeat's poems.

LPC said...

This poem broke my heart when I was 15 - before I even really had a heart at all.