Saturday, March 5, 2011

But I, being poor, have only my dreams



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.

- William Butler Yeats
Photo credits: Ali Asim Kazmi, taken on March 2011, at UBIT, University of Karachi

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