Could I give, but one gift to you ...

Today's entry - from the pictured 2001 compilation - is this most famous, W. B. Yeats short verse:


He Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven

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.

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W. B. Yeats (1865 - 1939)

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