“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.” (Yeats)
This piece of beautiful writing never fails to capture me and bring a tear to my eye. How he captures and encapsulates that feeling, that hope, in such simple words. Profound. The visual creativity of this poem is astounding and I think I will love it forever.
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