He wishes for the cloths of Heaven
Thought I’d share my favourite poem with you, as the lovely weather has put me in a poetic sort of mood.
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.
Written by William Butler Yeats (1865–1939).
First published in The Wind Among the Reeds (1899).
A lovely and beautifully realised poem, and very much one of my favourites. Thanks for reminding me of that fact, especially as I haven’t read it in a while.