Wednesday, September 08, 2010

an irish poet

One more month before I go to Ireland! Enjoy the following poem from WB Yeats :)



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



W.B. Yeats