An Irish Poem

[Flo]

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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 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¡K..




By
William Butler Yeats

[Ann]

That's lovely, thanks.