Poetry Corner

I love to read and memorize poetry.  Because of this fact, I will share a prose that I'm musing from time to time.  I promise that I will write more than other peoples' poetry on the blog sometime soon.

He wishes for the Cloths of Heaven
by: W.B. Yeats

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.