Most people have probably heard me gush about this poem by W. B. Yeats at some time or another. Well, I am not sorry. It is, in my opinion, the best love poem I've ever read - so simple yet extensive - and even now, my heart melts every time I read it. So to those whom I haven't pestered, here is the beauty:
He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven
Had I the heaven's 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 you feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
wwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwW. B. Yeats
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