He wishes for the cloths of Heaven
Had I the heavens' embroideres 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.
Really like this poem, I think that the first time I heard it was actually while watching Equilibrium, the film!
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