Sunday, January 15, 2017

Tread Softly ...

Had I the heaven’s embroidered cloths,
Inwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and the light and the half light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet;
But being poor have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

- Yeats

No comments: