Thursday, 14 February 2008

He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven




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.

W B Yeats

3 comments:

Sarah said...

But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

Ooooh not familiar with that Yeats poem...but I love it! Hmmm, I feel I want to use this quote on something.

You know it is so easy to tread on one another's dreams. Even in prosaic old bloggy world...we bear our innermost and then someone disagrees...it's like they've graffitied on one's very soul.

I do love the painting Sir Dicksie or something...love the knights and maidens type Camelot Pre-raphaelite stuff. I don't understand the title of the painting. Forgive my French but 'Belle Dame Sans Merci'...does it mean 'Beautiful Lady with no thank you'?? Looks like he's willing to give kissy thank you to me? Hmmm.

Sorry long and totally rambling comment.

Dulce Domum said...

Ooh, Sarah! I hope no-one's put their great clod-hopping boots all over your dreams, me deario!

Sarah said...

Oh no, in the past maybe...things ok right now chuck! I've seen it on other blogs recently though mind. I've learnt to be soooo careful with my opinions in comments too. Eee we're a delicate bunch us humans aren't we, lol!