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 feed:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
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 feed:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
~ WB Yeats
No progress on the creative front this weekend. Don't know where the time went. That thief called 'housekeeping' probably was responsible, and not the old-fashioned felon who gently stole hours dedicated to finer domestic arts like embroidery and silver-polishing, but that modern rapper-type who plays a beat on shiny electronic devices. Curse him.
