Tuesday Poem: "Aedh wishes for the Cloths of Heaven" by W.B. Yeats

Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,

Enwrought with golden and silver light,

The blue, 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 by dreams under your feet; 

Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

by W.B Yeats (1865-1939)

Sorry to interrupt Ralph Waldo Emerson and his studied gorgeousness, but it is St. Patrick's Day and the Irish know what suffering is. (Give Ireland back to the Irish, says Sir Paul McCartney descended from Irish immigrants escaped to Liverpool as did many Irish escaping tough times) so here is a beautiful poem from, arguably, Ireland's premier poet, William Butler Yeats.

For more information on poet, William Butler Yeats, see:

https://poets.org/poet/w-b-yeats