Aedh wishes for the Cloths of Heaven

Softly she didn’t tread:
like an army marched upon a land
that was already dead.

AEDH WISHES FOR THE CLOTHS OF HEAVEN
by W. B. Yeats (1899)

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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