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.
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Here is Anthony Hopkins, reading He Wishes For The Cloths of Heaven from the movie 84, Charing Cross Road.
Return to the William Butler Yeats library , or . . . Read the next poem; He Wishes His Beloved Were Dead