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.
— William Butler Yeats
I want to say that I knew this poem, that I passed across it in my years as an English Literature major. But actually, I got it from Equilibrium and I remember it mostly because Boromir said it. Well-referenced is the new well-read.
I *love* that poem.
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And no, also not recalled from my lit classes, but from the same movie…
Comment by loricious — 4/27/2005 @ 7:19 pm