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By William Butler Yeats Submitted by Echolocation Date: 2005 Apr 25 Comment on this Work [[2005.04.25.17.20.14714]] |
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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. |