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25th May, Friday (6:29pm) Reblog ↬
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.
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He wishes for the cloths of heaven
by William Butler Yeats