quarta-feira, junho 22, 2005

He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven

William Butler 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
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.