Name that Poet:
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 derams under your feet;
Tread softly because you terad on my dreams.
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 derams under your feet;
Tread softly because you terad on my dreams.
posted by Pamela Joy at 11:46 AM
2 Comments:
Yeats. Love him.
Second only to Wordsworth.
Yay! I wish you were here so I could meet you. As a side note I got to see both Wordworth's house and one of Yeats' houses when I was over there. Wicked eh? We just happened upon Yeats house when hiking in Ireland and on the plaque saying it was his house was the line "tread softly becuase you tread upon my dreams." awesome eh! One of my favorite memories actually.
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