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. W B Yeats |
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