by Peter · Published April 1, 2015 · Updated November 6, 2015
“Tread softly because you tread on my dreams,”
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.
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