Poetry

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Had I the heaven's embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with gold and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths,
Of night and light and half light,
I would spread these cloths under your feet:
But I being poor have only my dreams;
I spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

W B Yeats

This poem has been a firm favourite of mine and my sis Caro since we were teenagers. I read it at her wedding.