Had I the heaven's 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.
William Butler Yeats
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PoetryThis is a collection of poems - most of which are not mine - that are some of my favourites. The subjects vary, so please try to keep an open mind, and enjoy.
