A beautiful poem

 

A very short poem from W.B. Yeats. He wrote this to his love, Maud Gonne, and he was bewailing the fact that he couldn’t really give her what he thought she wanted from him. And he says, “I’ve got something else, but it may not be for you.”

 

He says this:

“Had I the heavens embroidered cloths, Enwrought with gold 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.”

 

Cheers !!

Heena

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