Posted in General on Aug 29th, 2003
He Wishes For Cloths of HeavenBy W.B. Yeats
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 [...]