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.
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.
W.B. Yeats (1865–1939)
"He Wishes For the Cloths of Heaven"
from the Collected Works of W.B. Yeats
"He Wishes For the Cloths of Heaven"
from the Collected Works of W.B. Yeats
3 comentários:
A dream is like a bottled vitamin – we don’t really need it but we think is best to take it.
Tenho uma canção romântica à sua espera no meu estaminé. Já a ouviu?
Não. Vou espreitar.
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