Cloths of Heaven

I love this poem. It's so simple; there is neither flatulence nor bombastic words.

The author uses the same word to form the poem's rhyme- Cloth with cloth, light with light.

Beautiful.

: ) Hope you'll enjoy it as much as I do :)


Cloths of Heaven

by William Butler Yeats



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.