Romantic Indulgences


I guess I have to admit it, I’m a bit of a romantic.


Obviously, the world makes it hard for dreaming, but I can’t seem to let go.


I awoke early the other day, and sat down with a book of William Butler Yeats poetry, and found this one I hadn’t read in years:

Had I the heavens embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with gold 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.



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