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By W.B. Yeats Submitted by Vishal Date: 2005 Mar 08 Comment on this Work [[2005.03.08.01.22.28775]] |
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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 |