Wednesday, 23 February 2011

tread softly.

tread softly

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. yeates

1 comment:

Mani said...

kyllä.