He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven

Posted on 16th Feb 2014 07:03 pm by admin

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.

-W. B. Yeats

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kuch dost purane yaad ate hai

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Feed the plant, and a tree will grow.

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NA RAAT DEKHI NA DIN

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Since first beneath the chestnut-tree

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Didn't want a battle,

Yet you declared war,

Each knock you gave me made me strong

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I thought that I was chasing dreams

While I was walking down those fast streams.