Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Inwrought 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
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2 comments:
aah.. what a great poem! One of the best I've ever read. I've saved it onto my PC
Hey, whats Ranbir Kapoor doing in that pic alongside? ;)
Haha
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