Monday, March 2, 2015
from he wishes for the cloths of heaven, by w.b. yeats
"But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams."
He wishes for the Cloths of Heaven, by W.B. Yeats
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