Poetry, April 5

This poem goes under the list of "things I feel like were used in the title of something once" or "things I would like to use a story someday," from W.B. Yeats:






He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven
Had I the heaven's 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.