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.
A true love poem !
…and the amazing thing about it is the rhyming words at the end of the lines are the same words
cloths and cloths. light and light. feet and feet. dreams and dreams! Yet when you first read it you dont notice !
A wonderful poem Cath !