"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 upon my dreams.
- W.B.Yeats
A very close friend of mine gifted me this poem a few days back. Written beautifully on blue recycled paper, its the best gift ive ever recieved so far. Thankyou to you who made me smile...:)
