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

W. B. Yeats

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Incorrigible Introvert

I wouldn't pretend I have a worthy tale to tell, I have only the ramifications of a twisted mind to sell.
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One Response to He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven

  1. You can certainly see your skills in the work you write. The world hopes for more passionate writers like you who arent afraid to say how they believe. Always follow your heart.

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